Never ending dread
By:-Sayori-

Whose noose is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her noose a shake,
And sobs until her tears make

The noose is thick, strong and sturdy
She lies awake tossing and turning
Bitter thoughts swarm her mind

She rises from her bitter bed
With thoughts of poison in her head
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread