There's a red sign on my door
I put it there for something more
Oh how easily you pass The Sign in Red
Can you not read what it says
The words are written clear as day
But maybe you think it's there for play
It's not
The Sign in Red begs for help
But you just pass it
Not looking
Not caring
Not for the girl inside that has killed herself
Not for the mother who weeps for something else
For you just pass The Sign in Red
But did you read it?
Enough said.
YOU ARE READING
My Little Poems
PoetryThis is a book that I have poured all my poems from my heart and soul into. Do Not steal them from me, for they are mine. To write your own helps you to understand yourself. Do not force a poem. For a forced poem has no emotion. The words come and f...
