I’m all alone, left to bleed,
I’m cold, and half asleep,
If I die, all alone,
I will cry, I’ll rot till bones,
But I still end up, alone.
I’m half dead, I need a friend,
I’m in my bed, thoughts heavy as lead,
I’m now, no longer bound,
By societies painful grasps, but even though,
I still end up all alone,
yes its short, i would sing it out but, theres no way i'm gonna do that!;):
I feel as if it didn't have a healthy flow to it. It just didn't click with me. Dark poem, but it just didn't flow for me.