It Has to be Done

by kaderbader   Oct 18, 2004


So many tears roll,
As I feel my deteriorating soul.
I was about to give up and let go,
But I saw you and you let me know!
That I have so much to live for,
I won't let myself shut the door.
I still believe that you are wrong,
I was right all along.
One by one i pop my pills,
I become so physically ill.
It's OK ,this is what I need,
I know now that i won't bleed.
It's not that I am giving up or quitting,
It is this world that I am not fitting.
I start out great, but end up wrong,
So I'll take a couple hits off my bong.
All I wanna do is sleep, sleep forever and always,
People say I am just in an unhappy faze.
I feel my heart crack and break,
Then I wonder how much more of this I can take?
They pretend to care and wonder,
So I finally decide to put myself under.
I'm not depressed or unhappy,
Just sick of feeling crappy.
So I lay down for eternal sleep,
And my silence I will keep.

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