My Book of Poems

Decent Into Hell

I have a story to tell
Of a decent straight into hell
Looking back on it right now
I just don't know how

How to tell you about hell
Oh, how I've tried
No one listens to me
That's how this started

It started with razors
All alone in my bedroom
With no one to talk to
I can see tight through you

You never talked to me
You only abuse me
No one seeming to care
Just to much to bare