Are you lying?
Because she says you are
She says
That everybody knew
That I just like
Getting lied to
He says
Stay the **** away
What a great way
To end our last day
You say. . .
You say nothing
You leave me here
Not knowing what is real
You were real
But now I don't know
Where did you go. . . .
How long has this night mare
Been weaving it's way to my heart?
Just like all the rest
This one just as ****
Real or not real?
Why does it matter now?
One foot away
From six feet in the ground
Sad poems are the easiest to write