Mary Jane Edwards

I'M 18. - Poem by Mary Jane Edwards

I wasn't supposed to be here.
I wasn't supposed to live that long.

Who could blame me for thinking that?
Everyday felt like my last.

Why couldn't I have the sweet release,
the sweet release of death?

My grandmother says I have a saving angel.
But I think I have a Demon instead.

That is all I see.

Demons watching me.
Demons hunting me.

Demons preying on me.
Where is my sweet release?

The bitter taste of blood fills my mouth.
The stench clogs my noise.

I tell myself it's not real.
But it was and it was mine.

Comments about I'M 18. by Mary Jane Edwards

  • Adeline Foster (9/7/2012 2:24:00 PM)

    Ah! but you have learned to express yourself and to type and to get on PH. All of these are achievements that show that you have worth. Do you know how many entries on this site are by kids who think that they are more than they are? They do not have your advantage. Chin up, you have a great future ahead, don't blow it now!
    Read mine - Bloom of Youth -
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  • Ekemini Udoh (9/1/2012 3:43:00 PM)

    Now that you are here Mary jane, the Demons takes race, it's nice expressing your mind. Nice one (Report) Reply

  • Shalyn Stachmus (9/1/2012 3:09:00 PM)

    Keep your head up. I promise you from the bottom of my soul that it gets better. I didn't think I'd make it either, and yet, here I am. Hope is not lost until you lose it. Look behind the shadows if you've nothing else to try. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 1, 2012

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