You're tired of being good
You want to be free.
You want to sleep around.
And that's just not me.
All I ever wanted
Was to have your attention
Maybe at my funeral
You'll show some affection.
Maybe if I was sick
Laying in a bed
You'd come to your senses
And I'd pass through your head.
But I'm healthy
Which is sad to say
I would rather be dying.
If it meant you would stay
So give me cancer.
Put a tumor in my brain
Maybe if I was terminal
You'd finally feel the same..
YOU ARE READING
In My Thoughts
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I use to express the waves of emotions inside of my head.
