Untitled(Suggest One) Poem by Hope Bennett

Life is full of emptiness
and I'm gonna cry myself to death.
Will they find me in time,
past my life?

But before I go
there's a story I'd like to show,
to share with you something
everyone will want to know.

Closing doors,
heart hit the floor,
nothing else to go towards.
Bleeding out of my pores,
I'm broken down through the core.

Suffocating on the floor,
no one else to look towards.
Tearing apart my pores,
I'm burnt up through the core.