Join me on the rooftop
If you really want to know
I want you to listen
to my suicide note
Of how I have to leave fast
If I have to die sane anymore
But secretly I want you to save me
Cause my senses are torn
YOU ARE READING
Follow the dying
Poesía"I cried over dreams I thought were real." { HR:- #14 } Copyright © thetaniatariq2017 #1 - sadteen ~ all poems are mine.
