Haunted by the thought of you.
Haunted by the sight.
Haunted. No more dreams.
Nightmares are all that's left.
Nightmares of you.
Nightmares. Night terrors same thing.
Scars up and down my arms.
Scars from trying to break free.
Scars. Still red, still fresh from your hold.
Memories of your face, sick and twisted.
Memories of your room, always a mess.
Memories. They should go the fuck away.
So should you.
You should leave.
Go so far away.
Or maybe six feet under.
Your tombtsone shall read...
Here Lies He Who Did Bad Things.
Here Lies He Who Lied.
Here Lies The HIM Of My Poems.
Here Lies Who Used To Be My Friend.
Here Lies Jason... Dead.
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...
