Back to Death

Screams buried

In the pillow case.

Salty tears and snot

Defile a pleasant face.

He doesn’t care

He doesn’t call.

I bury myself in books

During the light of day

I bury myself,

When the light goes away.

Death of hope

Is death of life.

Slap me once more

With your disdain

And tell me why you

Don’t want me again.

I am the joke

I am the fool.

Hate me some more

Enough to convince me

That I deserve no life

Death come quickly.

I’m dead

Love is dead.