FicWad

I have a suicide note in my back pocket
From the summer before
All the secret hidden in the lockets
And all the tears left behind the bathroom doors
It's like a scene from a horror movie
Wolves howling
Wind whistling
Sticks cracking
Awful acting
Horror is beauty

Writing words that are pointless to others
Ignore and taunt you to the point
Where you just want to jump
From anywhere
Nowhere

Tears of the forgotten
Who really are ever remembered

I'm pretty sure this is finished. Meh, depressed poetry time again. Woooo.