Wanted Dead (this is a poem I wrote almost two years ago, when i first started poetry.

They tell you words do not hurt,

I must tell you thats a lie.

I learned that the hard way.

As I lie alone and cry.

So as your all at home cozy, laying there in your bed,

Your evil words shoot through me, i  look at the scars and blood I bled.

You don't even know it... but you act like you want me dead.