She takes her knife as I tried to run away
The pain was just too much to take
She convinces me that I should stay until she takes her knife and shanks away
Leaving my blood to drip
Mornfully like a hobby
This is like everyday now
It's a hobby
That knife she varies is too sharp
Made for commuting homicide
Just her eyes
Pierce my skin like a poltergeist
Is haunting me
Remind of the bad things I did
Whispering " home wrecker"
And asking if I want to live
And I don't know
It's questioned so much
That I'm not sure
My exact thoughts are a barrel
When we exchanged glances today
She pulled the trigger
And splat go my brains
It's driving me insane
Someone scoop it up from the pavement with a crane
The deepest wound
All the much to prove
Was the sight of her
The ghost whispers" you lose"
They treat me like a bitch
Shoot me and leave me in a ditch
Buried in a dirt cocoon
Six feet under
, the deepest wound
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A COLLECTION OF MY FEELINGS
PoesiaMy own poetry which I use to express myself. I sometimes feel like I'm not supposed to be on planet Earth and all my life I have to cope with these different choices and scenarios that do more harm than help. It is up to me to push through it, but I...
