Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

Constantly writing
Trying to get every word thats running through your head
And your crying as you write
Just wanting to forget the dream of you on your deathbed

Your watching yourself die
You were just here
But you were gone the very next day
Gone, vanished, out of this word
Under layers of mud is where you rest the blood

The blood you saw after every cut
The blood you saw that tore you up
The blood you saw when someone ripped out your heart
The blood that within memories

And everyone cried together
After the day you were gone
They thought you were okay
That there was nothing wrong

Your own familiy didn't know who you were
But they still cried
And you know why?
Because they still loved you

But now its too late
Your buried
Deep in the dirt
Forever you made your family hurt

**this is poem for suicidal people, as much as we want to be gone..it may hurt our family even more...we'll them through what we're going through..think about**

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