Blood will be spilt, but its fine!
Eat so much cinnamon gum you can't taste
Get so cold you can't feel
And maybe then you'll be like me.
Elegant, haunted and so, so gone.
Your parents know you not fine! But they don't care!
That's the beauty of it!
Keep being persistent, keep saying your fine!
Be so cold people will leave you, what's the harm in that?
Scratch your hands on the ice when you fall, hoping someone didn't notice your legs can't support you
Be gone!
Be glad!
Be joyous you don't have to put up with it anymore!
YOU ARE READING
poems and short stories
Randompreviously "fireworks reflected in your eyes" I don't feel like that fit the piece anymore, and I needed a change but I still want it to be taken seriously. My earlier work (earlier chapters) are worse please stick em out and read the good stuff ♡♡ ...
