I'll lay in this bed,
As you stand upon the ledge,
Looking into this pit,
That I've dug.
You just watch me...
As the tears stream,
And my screams fill your ears.
But all you can say is,
It's going to get better,
But we know it won't.
You know a snake never changes,
Accept for the skins it wears.
You watch the blade,
And the bleach,
Take my life...
But you never come to rescue me...
You hear the seams of my heart,
Rip apart...
And all you can say is,
It's going to get better.
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Short Poems
PuisiWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
