Im 17, i started writing poems just a month ago i do it to help me release my emotions. But just because i write poems about death and despair doesnt mean i dont have great friends and have my loved ones, and i dont believe in suicide. |
Slowly I started losing me,
Inch by inch I slipped away...
Will I ever be remembered?
Like the stars and the moon will I ever be...
Its funny how one word
Brings out so much feelings...
Life such a wonderful thing,
Yet is life really that great...
I yearn for that emotion they call happiness,
I would love to just taste it once...
I sit staring at my wall,
Wondering what stops me from ending this...
I know its tough to be you,
When all you have been through...
Our love was grand,
our love seemed to good to be true...
Black is such a dreary color,
even though that is the color of my heart...
Why must i go through this?
when death seems so pleasing...