My Giving Tree Hasn't Seen Rain For Years.

but your picture washed away in tears

I'm a wishful thinker.

But I've got a madness.

When you dig my grave in your mattress.

The candle begins to flicker.

 

Today I felt so  happy.

That I damn nearly blew my brains out.

Went so for up that I started goin down.

And it's not because you abandoned me.

 

Your eyes reflect the sun.

All of it into mine.

Got me to take a swan dive.

One says murder you say sensless fun.

 

Still have affection.

Does that mean i shouldn't slash your tires.

You're just the fire.

And your love is my infection.

 

Today i felt so happy.

But you knew.

Well didn't you?

That I felt like smoke from a chimney.

 

Where are all my friends?

The ones I used to know?

The ones I used to hold?

The ones that you called meds?

 

I see the candle.

And its on its last flicker.

I'm a wishful, Ohh such a wishful thinker.

Can't handle, just can't handle.

 

Well good F*****G bye.

Author's Note

this isn't twords anyone just wanted to write something

Reviews

[Reika]

Wow. Nice.
I could like feel a lot of anger and sarcasm in here.
This was cool.

[jumbie's #1 fan]

Well, this was really good. And even though I don't like the f word, I hate to admit, it did fit nicely. good job