Be mad at me,
Be weak and strong.
You know I'm lying all along.
You know I tried to kill myself.
Your picture's hidden on my shelf .
Remember me in mirror's view.
I've been so high to see you Sue,
But you don't look me in the eyes.
My hurt slowly turns to ice.
You hate me, cause I left you there.
Sometimes you say that I don't have soul.
They've always laughed, I've never cared.
The worst is to leave without goal.
I've lived to write, to hear your voice
But now I don't have any choice.
So baby put records on,
The worst in living — die alone.
24.11.19 ©Стася
(Максим Стаськів)
(Maksym Staskiv)
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=858894
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 23.12.2019
автор: Моряк