I've written angry, never MAD
I hate the feeling of nothing
I hate it when im SAD
But as I SIT here waiting, and waiting, and waiting
All I have on my mind SHIT
EVER wondering NEVER pondering that it may be me!
I HATE waiting, I don't like to WAIT
And I'm still debating
On why or why NOT
Just end it
When the shell SHOT
my soul will spit
The CASING
And while people are CASING
For prayers that I GO to heaven
The morgue will KNOW
The number of scars on my arms
He counts eleven
WHY? you ask
The only truth that I can utter is that I couldn't.... wait.... to DIE.
YOU ARE READING
the utter truth.
Poetry"This word you want to say is a word held back by chained teeth and a snake tounge"
