Laying on my bedroom floor,
trying to decide.
Not for a president,
but maybe for my life.
Crying all my tears,
hoping for a friend.
Someone who can help me,
to the end.
Cause I'm breaking,
form the inside out.
I'm crying and dying,
Someone help me out.
Your too late I'm not here,
You'll all be left right there.
Because I'm dead on arrival.
Parents,
Their crying.
Wondering what happened,
and never finding out.
Because you can't ask someone,
who isn't here right now.
So they are left there,
with heads bowed.
Cause I'm breaking,
form the inside out.
I'm crying and dying,
Someone help me out.
Your too late I'm not here,
You'll all be left right there.
Because I'm dead on arrival.
They run in,
With a stretcher.
Check pulse,
But it's not brain scratchier.
To the hospital we go,
Just to find out.
What they already know.
The child was DEAD ON ARRIVAL!
D.O.A
Dead On Arrival.
It's what happens when
Your breaking,
form the inside out.
Your crying and dying,
Someone should have helped you out.
We were too late Your not there,
We're all left right here.
Because she was dead on arrival.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry.
PoetryPoem all written by Paintingtheworldgray, they are older and some are newer. Don't read unless you like depressing poetry. The cover is not real blood, I made it with Fruit Punch Kool-Aid, so no worries yeah?
