Drifting
Floating
High above the clouds
That's where I long to be
Actually
Anywhere other than here
Where I'm treated like a deer
In the headlights
Everybody taunting me
Knowing that they have the power to
Hit me
So I dare you
Hit me
But don't go to my funeral
Saying that you miss me
Because it was up to you
To hit me
YOU ARE READING
The Dark Poems
Teen FictionThis is my way of expressing my emotions other than scarring my skin. Feel free to take a look at the deepest darkest thoughts conceived by none other than my mind. I would say enjoy, but that would be a little bit too ironic.
