Last Minute
I’m going to drown myself
in the ocean of my tears.
I will close my eyes forever
and let darkness engulf me.
I’m locked in a room
where there is a bomb
and in just a minute,
it will explode including me.
There’s no way to get out of here.
I wouldn’t dare to escape anyway.
I’d rather wait for my ending
for I’m already tired of living.
I’m sorry for doing this.
I know it’s not the right decision
but it’s already my last choice.
Forgive me for doing so.
Few more seconds to count
and I’ll be forever gone.
In five, four, three, two, one,
Goodbye, cruel world.
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Thoughts, Feelings, and Experiences
PoetryPoems are written because of experiences and imaginations where knowledge and feelings unites. When it hurts, it hurts but it's all right. Feel the pain and let poetry speak for it. 📌Poems can be triggering for some.
