Hello poets alike. |
As she lies there in her awake,
Her life she didn't have to take...
Turning my back-
I feel a sharp pain in it...
I slashed my wrist,
You gave me pain...
I have a little paint bush,
that sits beside my bed...
I slashed my wrist,
You gave me pain...
Turning my back-
I feel a sharp pain in it...
Stress weighs me down, like weights on a scale.
Yet I do not collapse...
You see me standing there.
You give me that dirty look I don't deserve...