
This is a poem that I wrote when I was about 16, so it's somewhere around 11 years old. One of the first I wrote, and I was in a very dark place in my life when I wrote it. Obviously.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Words: 139 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3048999
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Dying.
The rain falls around me,
I cannot stand the pain.
My life's falling down in pieces,
Should I go or should I stay?
The gun is on the table,
bullet tucked away inside.
Now if I could only get up the courage
To pull the trigger and die.
I'm sorry to those who cared about me
And even to some who didn't.
I love you all and no matter what,
Please keep me in your heart.
Most of you were there for me,
Through the best, and now the worst,
I just can't let you see me like this,
Can't let you see me hurt.
Just remember me when I was happy,
Forget the suffering you see now.
Let my memory live on in spite of everything,
While I relax upon a cloud.
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