I see myself, everyday
Having fun,
Smiling, smiling.
I see my friends hanging out,
Talking loudly,
Laughing, laughing.
I watch my hair,
Flow around.
Long and free,
Perfect and round.
I patiently wait.
For a chance,
To express myself
As who I am.
I talk to her every day.
She's having fun,
Smiling, smiling.
I see her friends, hanging out,
They're with her,
Laughing, laughing.
I watch her hair,
Flow around.
Long and free.
Soon mine now.
The scissors came,
For the chance,
To express myself,
As who I am.
I see myself, everyday.
She runs away,
Crying, crying.
I see her friends, running out,
Screaming loudly,
Help me. Help us.
I watch her hair,
On the ground.
Shot with blood,
Cuts and wounds.
I wait no more,
It's my chance now,
To her
As who I am.
I see myself, who I want to be,
I see myself, I'm finally me
I see myself
I'm on the ground,
Holding hair,
Laughing, laughing.
I see my friends, probably dead,
They aren't talking,
Ah well, ah well.
I place my hair, on my head.
Long and free.
Mine and dead.
I wait no more,
For the chance,
To take who she is,
As who I am.
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Dead Men Tell No Tales
Short StoryA collection of short stories, occasionally poems and mostly horror and tragedy. Hope you enjoy!