If you really wanna hear me scream,
Then cover me in gasoline,
Set me alight with the match of the dead,
Watch as the flames burn a hole in my head.
Come smell my weeping heart,
Lift it high and tear it apart,
For nothing can hurt as much,
As not feeling your tender touch.
Weaker and weaker I grow,
Why I’m ill they do not know,
You’re the cause of my pain,
The doctors think I’ve gone insane.
These feelings are suicide,
Worse than worldwide genocide,
No reason to disbelieve,
You cause my heart to bleed.
So think of me in hell,
As I’m walking around alive and well,
You can’t hurt me anymore,
You’re gone, taken away by the war.
please let me know what you think of my poem xxxxxxx