I have nothing left,
My soul fading away,
You are gone,
Is there more I should say?
Contaminate my food with arsenic,
There is no happiness now,
Life doesn't work anymore,
Send me to the slaughter like I'm a cow.
I hope you're doing well,
Do you wish I was dead?
Because I do too,
So put a bullet through my head.
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
