WRITE-THE-LITERATURE

Like a sun resting on a stormy cloud, My thoughts are screaming, but maybe too loud. Like these eyes of lasers burning me whole, When I am by myself, they take a toll. Am I too timid? I was once alone. Watching cliques that mold me into thick stone. Like a volcano wants to pour lava, When I speak, words twirl like rotten guava. Why cannot I be me? Why must I bleed? Like a sun resting on a stormy cloud, My thoughts are screaming, but maybe too loud.

Close my eyes Think back to the day Where our fingers tangled Until to our dismay You were ripped from my grasp Found you in a ditch Bled out you were Arms still twitched Its like this when you loose the one that means the most. One day you two had the brightest plans, The next day they're roast. Open my eyes Think about now With my boney wrists sliced Hidden by long sleeves enticed The living dead is my sin. Find me in a ditch Where I belong with him. Its like this when you loose the one that means the most.