|
|
Don
by Erin Elizabeth Conoly
the thoughts of you
in my head
the pain inside
that has come with time
the dreams at night
screams in my head
i hold my pillow tight
i also wish i was dead
how could you do that?
what were you thinking?
oh well, i don't care, matter of fact
in my sorrow i'm drowning, slowly sinking
just please hear me
do this last thing for me
leave me alone
stop messing with my mind
|
|