Being awake for my final hour

by Miranda   Aug 15, 2011


By Miranda

I sit here awake
In my bed so alone
Thinking over and over what went on
How i hurt my love ones so much
And i hadn't even noticed
I now know
That I'm the one who's going to hell
I deserve it to
How can i have been so horrible
I now sit here
Head against the wall
Staring above at the circling fan
How could i have wasted my final hour
Treating the ones i love like crap
I deserve to die
In the most painful way
I turn my head to my bright lamp
And think
Today when i die
I will see that light again
So i sit here awake
Waiting for my final hour
To end.

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