F&#* my life
by ashleigh
and f&#* these dreams. I'm dying, slowly dying. My worthless mind is wrecked with screams. Horrid cries will silence. I always knew I'd die alone, my presence never known. And when my blood sheds with my tears, the world will hear my name. "A suicide," the news will say. Another broken child. And on they'll go, with other things, as if I were never here. While Mom and Dad cry and weep for the rest of the year. But soon, they too will forget and sickly nights will fade. And there I'll lay beneath the ground in my sinful, shallow grave. - Ashleigh Lynne |