Once a lover
Once a friend
Once upon a time
I never talked to you again
The anger grew
I was screwed
Cut my wrists
The blood spilled
The doctors danced
The ambulance sang
I was hoping for death again
But they were quick
They saved me once
They had saved me again
so they thought
I wanted death to live
But they gave me life to die
Once a lover
Once a friend
Once upon a time
I never talked to you again
YOU ARE READING
The Bullshit Journal ~ by a.j.c
PoetryJust another idiotic poem book That will never be anything more And you probably won't read any of this. But if you do. You must have felt pain like this to understand any of it. If not, and you still understand. You're just lying to yourself.
