I sit alone thinking
About the poems i write
As i think of each word i hope
They Bring Me trough To Tomorrows
Bright Morning Light
I know that no ones perfect
I know i cant hide
As i think a little more
I wish id hurry up and die
But as its not that easy
When you think of family and friends.
Why is life so uneasy.
I need Alcohol Too eaze me.
Sometimes life's habits
Get the better of me.
Now that i smoke and Cut.
Well maybe the one time in my life
I should just tie a rope round my neck and pull.
I know that might sound silly but my
Emotions are Cutting me,
So deep that i Cant sleep.
I just want all my drama to end.
End in a way where only i get hurt.
Amie Barnett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem