I'm so lost that I can't see.
I can't see for ages.
Everything's clear and blank,
Like a new notebook's pages.
I managed to find someone,
But they didn't even care.
They just looked through my head,
Their face a bored stare.
Everyone I passed in life
Had a story to tell.
But no-one listened to mine,
And so I sent myself to Hell.
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
