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I count nought
The tissues that I've cried on
I don't count the time
I've been on the bed of sadness, I lie on
Old heroes make me sad
The memories, they are bad
Sports right now? screw it
Love? guess I blew it
Old demons come back to haunt me
Their faces, they daunt me
Should I lay down & die?
Just kiss the world goodbye?
NO
Cause I hope it will all get better
& when it comes, the letter
Will tell me it's all working
Is it all the fault of my sister?
Born when I was just 7
I don't beleive it is
But will I go to heaven?
These unholy thoughts I think
Are they lead weights
Causing me to sink?
Down to the fiery pits of hell
Oh well
Guess I'm gone then
- Title: tissues
- Artist: abbacon
- Description: i wrote this when i was sad recently, it may be bad or good but i don't care, i jusdt want to write down problems here because no-one knows who i am
- Date: 07/01/2009
- Tags: tissues
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Comments (2 Comments)
- UC Poika - 09/22/2009
- And I am afraid no one ever will at this rate.
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- Greeneroo - 07/01/2009
- The poem makes you think about life in general... Not bad.
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