Poem, rumours.
the partly true
the sickening twist
the added sentence
the detailed list
the pathetics lives in which they lead
the stupid insults that have no need
the echos of laughter through the hall
the careless gesture to fool them all
the innocent moment made out more
the conflict and hate that leeds to war
the poke and shove that effects the weak
the nasty opinion of a heartless freek
the hurting inside of a joke too far
the bleeding wrists and the hidden scar
the liars that claim nothing was said,
the pull of a trigger with a gun to your head.
i wrote this when i relised just how bad rumours can get,and its to all the people who can relate to this poem
 Francess_n_n_ · Mon Jan 26, 2009 @ 10:36am · 1 Comments |
