May 2018
I laugh and cry,
And wonder why.
Why you would hurt me like you did,
Was it because I was just a kid?
You left me bleeding on the floor,
My heart was hurting to it’s core.
I screamed as my blood began to boil.
The last thing I remember was the scent of oil
And wonder why.
Why you would hurt me like you did,
Was it because I was just a kid?
You left me bleeding on the floor,
My heart was hurting to it’s core.
I screamed as my blood began to boil.
The last thing I remember was the scent of oil
I will probably be writing poems with dark themes for the next little while, so Yeha that should be fun
