What I Want, What I Need
It's just what I wantedJust what I needed.
Small,
Straight,
And indirectly placed.
Mother will be sad.
Father will yell
It's better than letting life become hell.
Enought with your expectations.
They don't do good here.
I'm sick of you holding me dear.
You never understood.
And even if you could,
I wouldn't stop
Drain me of blood
'Till the last drop.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.