This is painful; your words hurt!
Cried for an hour, died forever.
Oh no, my heart just turned black again.
Why do I want to cry?
Oh, right its because I love you.
Goodbye's are for long,
So letting go must be forever...
I should bash my head against the wall,
But, then again, I'm not a porcelain doll,
I can't break even more than I have now.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming Through Oblivion
Puisi"Hell is other people." ~Jean-Paul Sartre. Always expect the worst- it eliminates disappointment. An odd collection of mostly depressing poetry, because I'm a depressed and depressing person.
