so im gonna write all my poems in this from now on. Warning, I have been told that some of these are really messed up. it might just be the people that read them but Whatever. This one is called Waiting....
she sits on her bed
waiting
to see the ones that she loves
its been 11 years
they told her they would be back
that they were only gonna be gone a little
she waits for them
thinking they will be back
soon she realizes they wont
she takes out her savior
the thing that gets her through it all
the blade dull
she takes it to her arm
applies pressure
drags it across her wrist
feeling the pain
watching the blood pull
ending her waiting
she didnt know
they were standing behind her door
waiting to see her
now
waiting even longer
Thoughts???
