a closed door
a bloody razor
a towel soaked in red
and a cracked mirror
heads are pounding
sirens sounding
you lie there on the floor
your dead as can be
they should've seen how
you couldn't take it anymore
lowering you into the ground
mamas heart starts to pound
as she collapses to the floor
if only someone had stopped
and said she can't take it any
more
you rest in peace
finally
you smile once again
your family is still grieving
like they have always been
that's when your mama falls
to the floor and screams
I can't take it anymore
YOU ARE READING
book of lies
Poetryits my first poem I've ever written in my life. Yes it has some flaws. I will keep adding to it. Its from personal experience Love ya all. xoxo ~gossipgirl
