If I were to take my last breath,
Would you be happy
And let me be consumed by death?
Or would you cry and hope for the light,
Curled up in bed,
Like I did every night?
Would you then understand how I felt
That the cards of my life
Were awful ones to be dealt?
Would you tell my parents that they were unfair?
That they were the reason for this
Because they didn't care?
Would you talk to THEM whom aren't my kin,
Or would you say a silent prayer
For all my sins?
Would you sit there and grieve?
(Can I go to heaven?
Is it possible if I don't even believe?)
My Poetry
By biersack_burrito
Simply my own original poems. If you like them, comment! But basically making this so I can keep track of my... More