Life is Long

by Dying Beautifully   Jun 19, 2007


I have always been a loner,
Knowing if things didn't get better I'd be a stoner.
Sitting alone at night wondering why?
I've always held back from the me that wants to cry.

I started to think to myself,
About everything but my health.
Making plans of how I would die,
But still I could not cry.

Until that dark day,
When I told her my plans for today.
She looked and me and cried,
She knew that if I had tried.

That at that moment she would of been crying,
She knew I was slowly dieing.
The walls of my life closing in on me,
And she said "Wow your nothing like me.

I looked at her and said "Don't you see",
I need to be me, and feel like this is where I want to be.
She looked at me, and I looked at her as she got closer,
My heart opened and love flowed in and then for the first time in a while I cried.

****This was me a while ago*****

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  • 17 years ago

    by Corruption

    This si a good poem i like the last one i read better though but this is still great it has real feeling in it and truth so good job!!! i really miss you i hope i get to talk to you sometime soon:$

    keenan

  • 17 years ago

    by sweetiepie18

    Really impacts the reader, well done