I could cut my wrist,
right in the vain.
I could jump off a bridge,
but who would I blame?
I could die,
right here.
Would that be....
Fair?
I could sing a sad song,
and i could live life.
But i think,
it could be easier with a knife.
The sadness you feel,
will never die.
Life could be better,
if i just fucking die.
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?
