Forgotten

Dedicated to my XxRazerxX

i spent the last three days crying over somehthing u said...

one,two,three theres a hole in my head that i can see when i am now

a spirit looking at myself,looking at that familiar stranger,looking at that

menacing girl with dark brown hair nd dark brown eyes that are full of sadness

and hatred.she tried to do her best at everything but life said no

nd kept making her fail even when she didnt try.yes

she cuts herself but the wounds heal way to quick.

she tries to scar herself but the tears that came out were blood.

so again she stares at herself who is now on the floor with a bullit to her head

and from this day forward her spirit will wander this lonely nd forgotton world....

 

Author's Note

Im not sure if this makes sence....

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Forgotten but not forsaken I hope. A splendid poem...:)....................

[Marie]

It almost does, but entirely too gloomy.