Poems Written In Crayon

 As many times I wish for you to come back you sit there and laugh 

You laugh at my dreams

My hopes

Me

I don't see what's funny

I try my best to do everything for you

I try but you still laugh at me

I want to take this knife to my wrist

I want the blood to dance on my wrist

I want to see red

Then black

Then wake up in a hot room with fire everywhere

You don't know anything about me 

How I cry at night for you to love me 

-smirks- But who cares not you let me die in brutle pain

A slow suicide

-This suck I know but whatever I tried and failed to many times to care-

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