Why would you do that?
Crushing my fingers
And calling me fat.
Your words still linger...
I am haunted by the words
You spoke them so easily, no regret.
You kicked me down into the hole with the birds
These birds will peck my eyes out, but don't fret...
I will find you,
You will go down there,
You will live through what I have to.
It's only fair.
I am done.
You will know.
This isn't fun.
Are you ready to go?
YOU ARE READING
Poems If your not interested in them don't read...
PoetryI'm depressed. These will be more on the ranty side of poems I guess for some of them. But follow me through my pain and suffering. If you don't want to... Good. I don't give a French fry. Read if you want.. If not I don't care. Update: September 2n...
