The End

by Sara   May 15, 2006


He lays there aloneDead as can be
No mind to wander No eyes to see
No heart to love No feeling of glee
He died for no reason? How could this be?
He was so young But older than me
So much life left to live So many things left to see
So many heres to be
Children he never had
Feelings of nothing but bad
The thoughts he had were never happy but always sad
Because he lived his life without a real dad
Before his death he sits alone in his room
Thinking about nothing but his own doom
People come just to go
Life is pain this he knows
People lie and people cheat
These are the people he seems to meet
Hes getting sick, Sick of lies
Hes so sick he wants to die
He gets the bottle and downs them all
He gets sleepy and starts to fall
He hits the floor already dead
Ending the sorrow in his own head...

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  • 18 years ago

    by C Cattaway

    Such thought for another person. I really like the way there's no order, yet it rhymes, making it complete. Wonderful poem, babe. Worthy of a 5/5. xx