I sat up,
Thinking about you.
I couldn't sleep,
Because I was thinking of you.I wish I was dead,
Because of you.
But I'll slit my wrist instead..
All because of you.

YOU ARE READING
A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
Wrist.
I sat up,
Thinking about you.
I couldn't sleep,
Because I was thinking of you.I wish I was dead,
Because of you.
But I'll slit my wrist instead..
All because of you.