Pin It To The Wall

Every time I think I know just what I want

It slips away

I heard the sighing in your chest

But now it’s gone

And you’ve withered all away

So that picture you drew in 5th grade turns up

And I pin it to the wall

I remember when you were four and I was six

And we always played with the telephone

Even though it was wrong

And you were 15 and I was 17 and we were in love

When we’d stare at the stars

Pretending we weren’t in pain

Every day that passed we valued

I’m sorry for whatever I did

Just the other day you were 17 and I was 19

And you came to me

With something bothering you so much

When I asked you what was wrong you didn’t speak

And I knew your rose had wilted.

RIP Jane

By QuietFairWarning

Russian Roulet- My favourite game. Death- my favourite state of being. Suicide- yeah, within 24 hours of writing this probably.