The thought of you dead
Makes me dread
Please don’t let me go through this pain
Ill go insane
...
What ever happen to that little girl?
The one you can talk to.
The one you loved,
No matter what.
...
What would I live for now?
If all I ever wanted is being torn,
piece by piece.
Love.
...
What is this addiction I have towards him?
I cant seem to understand.
When he holds my hand,
It feels like I just won a game.
...
Naked skys,
Bright new moon,
Shinings stars.
A perfect night you might say.
...
Have you ever done something you cant seem to forget?
What have i done,
that i now regret?
It just doesnt seem right.
...
i sit and ponder
over and
over again
wondering if there is a loop through this frightful curse.
...
i started writting not so long ago. inspired by lifes obsticles. i write about what goes on in my life; friendships, relationships, family problems, teenage situations. im not really good at it all like most poets here, my poems are a bit scratchy. well i would like to kno what you thing about them, so go ahead read my poems and comment!)
Suicide
The thought of you dead
Makes me dread
Please don’t let me go through this pain
Ill go insane
Your whispers in the wind
Make me want to scream.
Some one help her!
yet no one listens
Scared to the bone
I must take you home.
No one to help
Feels like walking through the woods
So many people around
Yet no one has the time.
Dread the day when you left a letter.
A light white feather Laying on the counter,
Words written in cursive,
Tears smudging the black ink.
And I read those frightening words:
This suicide note is hard to write
But I’m afraid its time to say goodbye
I must not hide,
All this stress and torture
Cant take anymore
Its time to let go.
To my parents I must say
I love you with all my heart.
To my boyfriend
I’m afraid this will keep us apart
And my friends
You must forgive me,
For this is my last breath.
So as the girl said she would do,
She committed suicide
That same night.
With no one to help
She fell asleep weeping
Her last tears,
Last breath,
Last thought; why me?