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by Sunshine 8D Jun 16, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I'm dying inside, I'm crying, too. How could you not understand, That I needed you? That day we fought, The day I left, Was the day I died, Took my final breath. I tried to hate you, Tried not to care. But I just couldn't pretend, I didn't want you there. For years and years, I'd known only you. Even when you didn't know the reasons, You were always there for a hug or two. When you discovered some secrets, Not even the worst of the bunch, You got me help, Even though i tried to kick, scream, and punch. And when you finally realized, That I didn't want help, You still stayed by my side, Even when i pushed you away with a yelp. But now, since that fight, I feel cold and alone. I feel like I can't, Call anywhere home. I have scars on my arms, From when I tried to just get away, But it really didn't work, It just went into a new day. For some reason, now, The cutting won't work. And more and more bad thoughts, Creep into my mind and lurk. My soul is dead, And I might make my body die, too. So I'm writing this now, Just so I could tell you. That if I die tonight, From an extra aspirin or two, I wanted to just let you know, That I will always love you.
by brittany
This is a really good poem. its one i can read more then once