WhyA Poem by violetta york / nicki elleWhy kill myself when the cemetery is full, Why be sad when the glass is almost dull; Why be tired when the blunts still being passed around, Why try to swim when I know I'll just drown? Why stay away when the phone bill isn't payed, Why burn myself when the ashes are in the tray; Why turn of the tv off if the pictures will keep moving, Why try to impress if no one will even be approving? Why be scared when the demons won't go away, Why cut myself if all I have to do is pray; Why make things hard when they could be easy, Why is life not very breezy?
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Authorvioletta york / nicki ellechicago, ILAboutsun ♓ / moon ♐ / rising ♌ young girl in love trying to find my way. instagram: nickiielle tumblr: petaleyes.tumblr.com more..Writing
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