Sitting in the backseat,
Kicking your little feet.
Age three you had nothing to fear.
You stare at rain that looks like tears.
"Look mommy, they're having a race!"
"I bet the one who loses will be disgraced."
The left one goes fast then slows.
The right one goes slow then fast.
The right has won!
The right has won!
Now the race is all done.
Being little is so much fun.
But now I sit on the floor.
Salty rain from my eyes pour.
My wrists full of red,
I might as well be dead.
I Take a blade,
Stare at cuts I've made.
Cut three times.
Then cut until it's a crime.
I slowly stand on my feet,
Then climb my way on top of a seat.
I grab the rope from the ceiling,
And then hung myself so I wouldn't have any feelings.
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Book of poems
PoesieIMPORTANT NOTE: POEMS IN THE BEGINNING AREN'T AS GREAT AS THE RECENTLY UPDATED ONES!!!!!. Okay so thats out of the way... I'm not emo so don't ask but my feelings just spill on paper... Yeah.. Some are sad and some are happy but that's because life...
