You don't know why I'm here,
Or what I'm even doing,
My situation is even stickier
Than the gum I am chewing.
I look around the room
How will I escape?
I ask you, my dark saviour
Yeah you, the one with the cape.
You look into my eyes,
Does heartache have any cures?
You make me feel special,
You make me feel yours.
You say you don't have a way,
To get me out of this hell,
I sigh and stare back at you,
God, I'm under your spell.
They get a long knife out,
As they place my neck down,
I know that in a few minutes
I'll be wandering in ghost town.
You stare at me heartbroken
As they take my life away,
Before I go I see you rushing over,
Trying to make me stay.
But it's too late now,
I'm gone and I won't come back,
But I know in my heart and yours too,
There is more than just a crack.

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Expressing Me
PoetryThis was my first collection of poems written when I was younger.