My Poems

What form of death?

So silently I cry.

Am I really going to die?

Should I really just give in,

not even try?

They say it's peaceful,

that I'll fly.

But I really don't want to go.

To be in a place, a state,

that I don't know.

It's such a scary thought.

Plus everyone will know that I never fought.

But I am tired..

of life...

All the struggling and pain.

If I fight and win it will all be in vain.

There is no point in being alive,

when there is nothing to live for.

But I won't just give in, where would be the fame?

I'll take my own life before it takes me.

I'll go out my own way and be as fierce as a flame.

Not one will forget me and they won't have pity.

For I didn't just give in..

I welcomed and embraced destruction and darkness.