5/23/18
All I want is the shower and my razor
If one could simply do me a favor
And kill me with a knife
Because I don't want my god damn life
Just wrote that off the top of my head My brain wants me to be dead
I'm just writing what I think
I puke my words out into the sink
I sink into the tub
The grim reaper starts to rub
Pulling me down
Through the drain and 6 feet underground
Blood drains from me
Until I'm white and blue
Cold and shriveled
And my soul is stuck in my body
I drown in my own thoughts
My personality rots
Happiness is all I sought
But depression is what I got
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
Where My Eyes Wander
कविताThis 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!
