Push and pull,
Say and hit.
Doesn't matter,
It's all the same.
Carve a line.
A burn is just fine.
Starve a little more each time.
Say, "Oh yeah. I'm fine."
But the eyes plead, "Help me. I'm dying."
Doesn't matter,
It's all the same.
Pull the trigger.
Take the pills.
Maybe just carve a little more right now.
Doesn't matter,
It all ends up the sad, same way.
So don't you wish you didn't
Push and pull,
Say and hit.
That girl lying there
Is all because of what you did.
You made her feel it had to end up that sad, twisted way.
~~~~~~~
So this is another poem of mine. Again not the best! If anybody has any pointers I will accept!! :) Also I will try to start uploading more happy stories of mine!!!
