Dying Poem by Lacey UnKnown

Dying

Rating: 4.0


I never thought when I said goodbye
That I would hurt so bad or cry so much
But for some strange reason I'll never know
Whenever I see you I begin to break down
I don't understand why there's so much pain
Or why your voice makes me want to die
Your presence makes me want to run
Thoughts of you make me want to hide
It's the stupidest thing, it makes no sense
I WANTED it all to end
But I counteract that thought with this
If I wanted it over
Why am I dying? ? ? ?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Always About love 05 May 2008

i can relate to this very much. this one is good. keep it up :)

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Alex Tiberiüs 12 April 2008

good write, dying means freedom to me ^^ see keep writing

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Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 17 March 2008

dying is a gifts from God................

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