Poem By Belle elleb
you're lying on the ground motionless,
your breathing is slow and faint,
i guess my airow finally got you.
you're bleeding from your wound
and somethings building up inside of me
and words start to spill from my mouth like the blood from your heart.
words i was too scared to say
but now regret that i didn't say them sooner
words of hatred and sorrow,
sin and forgivness,
cowardness and courage,
love and passion.
i don't know if you heard me
because when i'm done you're not breathing
did you hear me?