Life After Hell Poem by Claire Galpin

This world is hell, its not for me,
I don’t fit in so I must flee,
I can’t stand a lie,
So I must hurry and die.

Nobody understands me anymore,
I don’t wasn’t to go on anymore,
They say I told a lie,
After I had nearly died.

I want to get away and be free,
With nobody by the side of me,
I don’t like followers,
They’re only bothers.

I love my family,
I like Elaine and Jeanne,
For my family I have love,
For my friends I have trust.

I can’t stand police,
They’re like a bag of bees,
The C.I.D. are like fleas,
They sting and fight like bees.

I can’t get away,
From this terrible display,
It all begins to haunt me,
Through and through and through me.

Nobody knows me, nobody trusts me,
I want to die,
And get away from life.

I’ve no for of dying,
I can’t stand being told I’m lying,
After the fear I’ve been trough,
They just don’t care about me.

I just want to die,
I can’t stand the agony inside,
I don’t want to live,
And be cut into very small bits.

I’ll run in front of a car,
Than live and se more war,
I’ll hang myself on a string,
Than live for just one thing.

I’ve two friends in life,
So I might as well die,
I’ve a family to live for,
But I don’t think they want me anymore.

I want to know, before I go,
What it’s all about,
Whether to row or shout,
I want to know what its all about.

I want you to explain,
I won’t ask you again,
I don’t know why or how,
But I want to know now.

Nobody wants me, nobody cares,
Nobody will explain, nobody dares,
I’ve nothing lest in this world,
So I think I’ll leave, without a word.

I’ll dig my own grave,
I’ll give my own wave,
I’ll jump and I’ll rot,
Although I’ll have no pot.

If I die,
Nobody will know why,
Nobody will find out,
That will be without doubt.

Nobody cares about me,
They just think I’m a flea,
I will never leave a will,
Not even for my pill.

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig my grave and let me lie,
Glad I’m not alive, gladly I die,
And I will not, tell a lie.

This is the moment I longed for,
Here I lie where I longed to be,
Under the ground all dark and damp,
For no one to see and dance.

When I die,
Please believe my life,
I led it full
Now I must pull,
The trap door.