Dead InsideMature

Not much to say at all about this.

Life talks in the garage,

over cigarettes and Vicodin.

It's something that

I cannot just forget.

All the shit that we did

all the memories we shared,

I tried to bury em deep

but the hole you left in

my heart is big,

but not even big

enough to hold all

the memories you left me with.

Now they overflow,

and I sit and I sob,

till my mother fucking eyes bleed.

Now I got no pain,

and with nothin to loose,

I walk the fine line

of life and death.

No one listens.

I guess actions will

speak louder then words.

The End

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