My eyes are just slits
You're getting as blurred
as the fog we drive through
each morning to get here.
I can no longer hear your voice.
I swear it's not my choice.
I'm slowly slipping away.
You can't help me
They can't help me
My head is about to explode.
Is that the dinging of the bell?
Oh deary, maybe now I
will escape this hell.
Good bye to you
Good bye to me
This really is the end.
Hey, this is my first poem entry, I would like to hear what everyone thinks about it. I will have more soon. Thanks.
