You're tired of feeling this way
alone and scared..
nobody can help you
and nobody cares;
in a dark room you take the blade
crimson liquid takes the pain away.
A bottle of pills just out of reach.
A pistol just lying there.
Your fingers rap around smooth metal,
you feel the end up against your head.
no more pain and no more loss..
you pull the trigger.
Someone screams and you realize your mistake:
you've left one poor lonely soul
to watch you die and waste away.
YOU ARE READING
My Life Written Down in Words
PoetrySo I know some of these are really bad; but please don't judge. These are a few of my poems, please do not steal them )'= Uhm, I really suck at the opening thingies so enjoy!! Thanks my darlin's xx ~ alwaaa...
