Cry a Little
Maybe if I run,
Never to return. . .
You'll cry a
Little.
Maybe if I slide
The blade across
My wrist and bleed to
Death,
You'll cry a
Little.
Maybe if I die
From that crystal meth,
You'll cry a
Little.
Maybe if my world died down
Forever, and gone
For good,
You might just miss me. . .
And maybe You'll cry a
Little.
Copyright © Molly Dolloff | Year Posted 2005
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