Just a stinging pain
Ain't a big thing
Just blood on the wrist
Makes my heart singJust crying to sleep
Not bothering the sun to shine
Tomorrow I'll wake up anyway
Gonna lie saying, "I'm fine"Then seeing you with her
As my heart starts to bleed
Ain't that big thing, really
Heck liar. You're all that I needJust screaming out the door
Mom's pulling papers for divorce
Sigh, how many times already?
I'd be with her of courseNow all I wanna do
Is watch my wrist open
Gonna give up on my life
Gonna stop hoping.
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.