Age 18

Tall Tales

I can't think from all the pills. And bury me under 6 feet of regret
and I am lost without you.
They all said you were better off dead. 

Now, look at us crawling over your grave and crying.
And I know what this hallow pit in my stomach felt like.

There's a lie being told about your death.

I will hold all the answers and truths that need not to be told. Like Jack the Ripper's tall tales from the dark side.

When you walk the earth again, I'll look up and know it is really you.

They won't believe and they'll suffer. I'll see the golden rays of light reflecting.