(THIS DID NOT HAPPEN TO ME.BUT TO SOMEONE I KNOW)
I throw the glass against the wall; it shatters,
I think my heart should look like that.
I throw out all of the things that matter,
The pictures, the letters, the baseball and bat.
I grab a bag of Cheetos, and try to run away,
To hide myself and try and feel like you.
My head is stormy but it's a sunny day,
My outsides red with Cheetos powder, my insides very blue.
I crumble the bag, that's how I feel.
My feet flying off the ground.
I almost fall off the edge, I wish it were real.
So I could be where you are, safe and sound.
I think I need a knife, a glove, or just a place to die.
I can't cry, I'm all cried out, I can't scream, I'm all screamed out.
Is this really happening to you, to me, to us and so and why?
I want to fly away, that's without a doubt.
I think I need no one right now,
Or the world will melt to gooey glue.
To Mom I said I wouldn't do this, God I made a vow,
But I think what I really need right now, is Dad, is you.
(THIS DID NOT HAPPEN TO ME.BUT TO SOMEONE I KNOW)
Thanks. I tackled a sad rhyme. ♥ Anyway, thank God she didn't go suicidal, but she was changed.
wow sad poem. visual picture on the way they were feeling. very nicely written.
That was rather intense and vivid nice poem. almost sounds like it can be a rap at some parts.
I hope it doesn't sound like your life! ! In a way I was relating to my own, but yeah. Thanks!
that's so sad: (......wow....sounds like my life....sort of......nice work 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is well wrote i am srry that u have had to help someone deal with this situation