the way of life ; poems

girls pov (pt.10)

schools in session

they give no attention

i shall not wait

this is my time

it'd be oh so fine,

hurry, before it's too late.

when you shall see i am dead

for a pity don't let a tear be shed,

this was your fault

you gave it your all and let out a shout.

you'd pay for your damages and mistakes

knowing all along i was fake

but you didn't help at all,

leaving me on the egde

so eventually i'd fall.

rolling down the road

best notify my next of kin,

that wheel shall explode.

but that was it

i cried my last fit,

my eyes slowly shut

blood seeping from a very large cut

i am numb today, everythings a blur

i've seen too much to deny

too little to be sure.

i hope he was happy,

i must've been all too sappy

for his life

should've gotten him a knife.