December 2011
A rope tied tight around my neck, A red rose in my hand. I am playing a twisted game, That you shan’t understand. Petals will fall down to the floor, And wind shall blow them away. The evil thoughts pound in my mind, To go or else to stay? A hooded figure steps towards, Her cloak the red of my flower. And as she speaks one single word, I feel her evil power. “Die,” she mouths through sadistic...
These words are hard to say, I’ve been thinking about them all day. It’s hard to tell you what’s inside, I don’t want you to know the pain I hide. You see those scars, they weren’t always there. I remember a time when they were bare. I remember a time I used to close my eyes, when I tried to think of all my goodbyes. I closed my eyes, I tried to think of a better day, another say, not another girl...
