Kill it,
burn it,
break it,
smash it.
It broke you into thousands,
it brought you so down.
It had one intention,
to leave you full torn.
It shouldn't live longer.
it should be killed fast.
It can lead you to another
misleading path.
It is already over,
yet you still hang on to it?
thinking it's not over
you hold on to it.
This will be hard,
if you do it like this,
but I assure you that
it was just a test.
YOU ARE READING
Blue
PoetryThis is a collection of the poems I've written well this is my fourth series and I just felt like posting this only. keep reading and voting. Blue - depressed, moody, unhappy. Thanks a bunch everyone.
