I don't know
It's very slow
Just like my death
I can see it now
I'll be suffering
I'll be bleeding
I'll be crying
Screaming
Knifes sticking out
Of every
Nook and cranny
I'll bleed out on the floor
And in an instant
I'll be gone
♧Brie♧
YOU ARE READING
Book Of Poems
PoetryAll Poems are written by me or my friend (requested by my teacher???) Most of them are really sad.
