So when you're laying in your hospital bed,
And you think to yourself 'I wish I was dead.'
Know I always feel like I'm made of lead.
YOU ARE READING
P O E M S (volume 2)
PoetryThis 'story' is going to a just different chapters with different poems in each chapter, all of these I wrote. And this is only a continuation of P O E M S. -Spencer
Sick
So when you're laying in your hospital bed,
And you think to yourself 'I wish I was dead.'
Know I always feel like I'm made of lead.
