oh500A Poem by Billie Hanzen
another sleepless nigth.
another sleepless night to fight. why am I sad when I had to do it? family means the world to me. FAMILY! heat attacks attacked my body all night. haven't slept yet, and it's 0456 in the morning. I hate being sick so much that it makes me sick! miss you bro! please tell me if your okay. please? I got razorblades down my troath. can't breath trough my nose. how come this little thing makes me so sad? if someone can tell, PLEASE F*****G TELL ME! the sound of my brother crying is stuck to my ears. my bones are chillin as the clock turns 0500.. rewind. Hey, I was just going to say I'll be there at 1400. Okay, can't wait to see you. We are gonna chill our a*s out! Holla. Holla bro. back to the future. nah, didn't happen. too f*****g sick. I love you so much it makes me sick. cigarette after cigarette. my troath's gonne die soon! miss you bro. next week? I'll holla at ya! © 2011 Billie Hanzen |
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3 Reviews Added on July 9, 2011 Last Updated on July 9, 2011 AuthorBillie HanzenOdder, DenmarkAboutHi. I'm 17 years old and live in Denmark. I've been writing music, poems and stories for several years now. I play guitar in the screamo/metal band LaVey, and I also sing and play guitar in the punk.. more..Writing
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