His suicide

by [My] *Beauty* Is {Skin} \Deep/   Aug 2, 2004


It was late that night so i went to bed i was woken up by a scream that still remains in my head
so i ran down the stairs to see what was wrong she had picked up the phone and told them what happened i just knew in my head that you were gone so i ran outside to see where u were i saw u hanging there as if there was nothing wrong i feel to the grown just like that picked up the phone and called everyone i knew they all came right away as if they knew i did not believe it.i told myself that its all a nigh mare...until i had found out that i was up...screaming from the inside out yelling and telling the world that its all my fault
holding there hands with no hope to let go because i though if i did then i would lose them too so i fell to the ground and they picked me up out me on the bed and told me to wake up so i oped my eyes and saw it was real held on to everyone that was near they came and they went to make sure i was OK then i saw my world fall to Pisces that day the day u took suicide as the way out from the world of hate

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