they're watching,
they're watching
every move i make,
and every word i say,
presenting themselves as friends,
drinking cheap wine,
and wishing i was finally dead
they're talking about
sex and plastic surgeries at 4am,
and i'm dying of fear to fall asleep again,
i feel your hot breath against my cold skin
as soon as i close my eyes,
because you're ready to stab me in the back
with a kitchen knife you had in your
leather skirt's pocket the whole time
they're watching,
they're watching
every move i make,
and every word i say,
presenting themselves as friends,
drinking cheap wine,
and wishing i was finally dead
dragged me out of the bed,
giving me the black dress
that i wore when we first met,
so i can make a way to my own funeral
through the city parade
that was prepared for my walk of shame,
walking proudly in the front,
on my way to dig the grave
that will serve as my future home
they're watching,
they're watching
every move i make,
and every word i say,
presenting themselves as friends,
drinking cheap wine,
and wishing i was finally dead
alone even in this case,
wondering if i should be scared of death?
agreeing on coming over that day
was a suicide,
but it doesn't matter 'cause
i've already been dead inside
they're watching,
they're watching
as i lie down on the death bed,
closing my eyes,
not even saying the last goodbye,
slight smile on my face
because they have no idea
i will raise from the dead one day
YOU ARE READING
tattoo pain
Poetrya little collection of my wannabe poetry or lyrics because i know i wouldn't find it if i kept it only in my diaries
