My Last Sky. Poem by Amy Kerswell

I'm wondering each and every day.
Just What the hell is the point of my existence.
Couldnt care aless what people have to say.
For suicidal tendencies I do have.

Waiting for my death.
As the moon waits to meet the sky.
Like the stars wait to glisten in the night sky.
I wait wishingfor my last breath.

A razorblade and bottle of pills will grant my wish.
And if I want a painfull death.
I just think of what you put me through.
Becuase my world is full of tragadies.
Cos of what you put me through.

All the fake smiles.
All your evil tuants.
Made me walk in this living hell for endless miles.
And weaken me inside.

The cold night is coming.
Im ready to exit this world.
As I look up the stars are shining.
This si my last sky.