My Death

 My death was like a horror movie, with blood and gore and death.

I died because i hated myself and someone shot me dead.

I died at my wedding, dressed in red and black.

I was never loved, and I never married my love.

Author's Note

um....i don't know why i wrote this, but it's short and kinda doesn't make sense.... but it does in a way to me! :)

Reviews

[The Devil's Own B***h]

It makes perfect sense to me! And I loved it. Yeah, it is short, but sometimes short poems can be the most descriptive. It's strange how sometimes the most random poems come out of nowhere and end up being so super cool!!!!

Great job!!!

Josie