Deep within her soul,
Is all dark and cold.
Empty smile she plasters,
Little by little she falters.
Inside her cabinet,
Is not a doll set.
A gun she brought out,
Her mind not filled with a doubt.
She ordered a bouquet of roses,
For her own private funeral.
Guess who's invited?
The demons on her mind.
A gun loaded,
Mind empty.
Roses wilted,
It's such a party.
Goodbye...
I'll die
You won't see me
Tonight
YOU ARE READING
How?
RandomHow did I get in such a mess? Nobody knows. Even I don't know. Just a book full of quotes, some songs, and lots and lots of realizations and regrets in this mess I call, life.
