your like a Granade
going off whenever you feel
breaking us all
the ones in your past
you come with hell
your sins
your lies
and your last
I wish your goodbye could be my last
YOU ARE READING
suicide poems
Poetrythe wrongs the rights the words you can't describe if only they would slip from your lips with your last goodbye
lost feelings
your like a Granade
going off whenever you feel
breaking us all
the ones in your past
you come with hell
your sins
your lies
and your last
I wish your goodbye could be my last
