When u feel gone and not of exsistance...
and u want no one to feel your presence.
when u feel like death is the only way
u want your life to be taken away.
the headaches its just the start...
the felling is what u call a broken heart.
when the one u love is no longer in site,
u toss and turn with her on you mind at night.
and then here it comes, the thougt of dying...
as u put the blade to your wrist u start crying.
but soon the feeling will come the most beautiful of all..
as u lie there waiting for your eyelids to fall.
ur last breaths are as to your first ones,
now u kno for sure your time has come.
the room gets darker .the air gets chilly
and you think to yourself am i doing this , really?
but by then its too late to cry out or moan.
all u think about is that your last breath
was taken alone.....
-Art-
My brother wrote this poem, I really liked it so I thought I would submit it to see if you all liked it as well.. Please Comment.. Hes only 15 :D Raw talent in my book.
