My breathes are getting shorter
I'm getting really scared
these are my final moments and I'm so unprepared
i cant believe i did it
that i went this far
i cut too deep and made too many scars.
and because I'm really selfish
my mom is watching me die
screaming at the top of her lungs:
"Hayley, why oh why?"
I cant feel my body
isolated inside my thoughts
Asking why i didn't fight for my life
and if i did why i lost
my mom is holding my hand
crying screaming and swearing some more
and i thought to myself
what did i do this for?
now i see that this didn't have to be my fate
i could have changed it...
Im not sure how to describe what im thinking but its kinda one of those poems that hits you as ur reading it. Your a great writer. Never stop k? i gave you 5/5