My poems of Dark, Depression, and Anorexia

In My Grave

Enclose my case around me,

I'm silently screaming for a way out,

Their telling me its no use,

That I'm already gone,that there's no way out now,

I'm finally realizing it,

That I took the short cut out

As my bodies piled under dirt,

It's to late to say goodbye

Only my soul is alert,

Wishing I could see you one last time,

Gathered around my resting place,

Are blood red roses and blue violets,

Covering my pale cold body so gracefully

Years start to run down your face,

I wish I could hear your voice more clear

Rain starts to beat down onto my coffin

My roses begin to die each passing day

You slowly read my name engraved in my tombstone,

But I can't but wonder what'd you say

Yukki666