How

by sandra   Feb 6, 2007


How I could die
Not by pie
Could by drugs
Or by bugs
Could do it with knifes
Only in my life
Maybe by hanging
Why am I waiting
There is so much more
But in my core
It says to do
I ask who
Satan said
In my head
I stop hearing
It wasnt worth tearing
I be lost
And toss
Like trash
That isnt rash
They just forget
How we meet
Just like I never was their
And they did maybe care
Im just a blur
Or a slur
Only a whisper
I was a sister
Now Im gone
So so long

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