M. gatewood

Typing away
In the corner of the library
Waiting for
An opening curtain a shooting gun to wake me up

I can't eat
E even though it makes me sicker still
Tonight repeat
The lines I've memorized
The times we cry are the times we kill

Everyone's growing unhappier
Jessica is leaving soon can I go with her
You know I would but my mom would have my throat

I still can't see
Why I'm failing every morning
Twist my hair around
Until that boy with brown eyes speaks to me