When I die

by Mona   Apr 9, 2006


When I was seven,
My mother told me; 'life is hell'
She said I would go to heaven
If I wouldn't end up in a jail cell

Now I'm nineteen
And I'm wandering in a graveyard
Like another messed up teen
With my wrists scarred

I'm not afraid to die
But if you'd point a gun at my head
I would beg for my life and cry
What would be the last I said?

I don't know what I would say
Before silence becomes the only sound
Would I pray to face another day
Before you bury me in the ground?

So many questions I could ask
But death will always remain a mystery
I wonder; will it take off its mask?
When my name is history?

And when I die..

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  • 18 years ago

    by CuteCleaver14

    This poem is really sad, but I like it. I feel the same way sometimes just becuase of life and friends. I hope that you keep writing and read some of my poems. ~Kayla~ aka XxCleaverxX

  • 18 years ago

    by Paul

    I've wondered many of the same things. I CAN relate to it. Excellent job, keep them coming Mona.

  • 18 years ago

    by Sourav

    Nice poems... Touch of sadness nad mystery... I really liked it!

  • 18 years ago

    by Jyoti Rawat

    HYE MONA
    You writes a murky poems. your works is perfect.
    i like your poems

  • 18 years ago

    by Torn

    I love the idea. It's such a confusing topic, well i think anyway...can be interpreted in so many different ways.
    I loved the questions..i believe we all have them, they're so true.
    And i agree with Justin too..
    It's a puzzling idea..well done sweet cheeks.
    Haha ^^where'd that come from!?

    Love ya xoxoxo

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