My mouth is shut
But my breath makes noises.
Only few can hear it.
But when they do
It sounds like bullets.
Going in one ear, and out the other.
Like your words
Of sorries and beggings.
Its pathetic.
How you think you can crawl in
To a life that's already broken.
Suck up the glass
Like you're a grimy rodent.
I pray I'm there
On the day you die.
I can give you a kiss
And say goodbye.
That is
If I gave a fuck
To show up.
~ you don't deserve to die
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Dream A Dream
PoetryEveryone goes through things, and I've been through a lot Everyone has a story, and mine is all in this book I hope you enjoy 🖤
