My chest hurts,
My eyes are red.
My face looks ugly,
and my parents dread.
My wrist is bleed,
so is my heart.
As I lay,
I hope you know why.
My life is over,
No reason to live.
My heart is died,
and so am I.
Don't ask why,
Because you know.
I end this with a note,
P.S I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry.
PoesíaPoem 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?
