9/19/16
I hope you find me dead
Dried tears over my face
Rope around my throat
Don't try to help me
I hope you find me dead
Lying in a pool of blood
Those cuts on my neck
Just let it bleed out
I hope you find me dead
With a gun in my hand
Brains poured out
I'm already gone
YOU ARE READING
Where My Eyes Wander
PoetryThis is my new cover of my poetry, starting with my signature Tweeting Bird. These would have ranged from two years ago to today. You will be able to see my progress as you read. Thanks for reading my work!
