Comments about Kevyn Whitehead
Slit my wrist watch me bleed,
Shake my hand watch me need,
Cut my throat as i gasp for air,
Watch my feet dangle like nothing is there.
As I hang beneath the ceiling body lifeless and cold,
The moves i made during my life heartless and bold.
As my blood runs my wrist staining the burgundy rug,
I just wish that out of all you, one of you would of gave me a hug.
As my skin turns to pale white letting me know that i am dead,
I realize that I was never in the comfort of my own bed.
As I lay dieing wondering why my life is so wrong,