Boiling Blood Poem by Kayla Phillips

The blood is boiling in my mind
but the pressure makes me find more time
i walk a lonely road till the end but after that im gone again

i think he's better off without me around
so ill just ly in this tub silently and drowned
as the lights fade away i start to remember
but the deeper the thought the higher my temper

while the blood is boiling as i ly here
i wonder about him, what will he think
i wonder if he'll shed a tear
and the more i wonder the farher i sink