Your eyes look old,
Your hands are cold.
You pretend to be bold
As your arms slowly fold.
Inside you are broken and in pain
It's not long before you go insane.
As you walk up and down this empty lane,
You have no-one but yourself to blame.
She is dead, dead because of you
You told her to take the pill because it was cool,
And now you have ended up looking a fool
With a young girl lying dead, because of you.
(I'm quite happy with my poem. I don't think it needs changing. Thank you for your comments but some will like it and some won't, and i don't fell i need to change it.)
