dreamchildattucus

A poem i wrote last night. no much its okay, but watever here it is:

coming back

Quickly fading,
dissipating.
Kill myself,
To not much gain.
Living;
Sacrificing,
All of me,
To almighty.
Cutting,
Losing blood.
Breath in,
Don’t breath out.
Make fun of me.
I hate my life,
Not much lived.
Give myself,
Back,
Maybe forever.
Who knows.
While living in,
A...

dreamchildattucus