Tick,Tock
Tick,Tock
30 minutes have passed.
As I lay here.
Limp
Unconscious
Not Moving
Dead.
Now one hour has passed.
And you still don't know.
What happened to,
I'll be there for you.
You have me.
Don't worry it'll be fine.
Well does this image look fine to you,
The "friend" you once knew.
Is now lying on the bathroom floor.
Wrists cut.
Blade in hand.
Dying.
And now 1 hour and 30 minutes have passed.
I mean you always loved parties.
So you're probably at one right now.
But you don't bother
At all
To think about me and our memories.
So that's it.
I guess this is what it came to.
Now 2 hours have passed.
And my time has come
But don't worry,
You'll forget me soon.
YOU ARE READING
They Say I'm Messed Up
PoesíaCover made by: lost_dreamz :) Just a bunch of poems or my feelings for the day. Or incase sometime I have some feelings inside I need to let out. Don't judge what I write it's my book and if you don't like it then you can exit out of the book. And t...
