*the photo above is something I draw on my arm when I got bored*
My mind is gross,
And the part I hate the most,
Is that it has put slime in my veins,
And their meant to be my blood lanes.
But now with this slime inside,
There's nowhere to hide.
My blood was good it would seem,
Because it was keeping me clean.
But now as the slime pumps through my body it's bad,
Because it makes me feel sad.
I'm gross in the head,
While this slime will spread,
Trying to reach its aim to kill me dead,
But so only I will suffer because it can only kill the inside of my head.
YOU ARE READING
my thoughts SCREAM at me
Poetrythis book is some poetry kind of stuff I write about the thoughts that go on inside my head A LOT. This book is really just a way to get it out. To make it not as hard for me each day. . . Mabey like or comment any thing. I hope you like because I'v...
