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by 454544554 May 21, 2009
Sadness, depression /
Slowly but softly tears my soul is crying, as to myself I think and know I am dying.
The doctors have done what they can do, my life is over yes it is through.
Please for me don't cry any tears, death will wash away all of my fears.
Now I am faced with these choices in mind, be set free or to the pain be confined.
They say there are pills I could take, but this pain I just can't seem to shake.
So I have a plan to end this pain, an end to the sorrow to the tears that are falling like rain.
Yes tears are pouring down my face, I'm sorry all but I'm leaving this place.
This I really don't want to do, but my life is over it is through.
I try and try yet I only fail, in the world I would never prevail.
Just wish I would have had the time to say to all of you goodbye, but as you read this note I am sorry but I probably did die.
I am nothing but a waste of space time and air, about me you should not care.
I am not strong enough to go on, I can't be saved I am to far gone.
Now I stand on the stool with the rope around my neck, as I think to myself should I jump I mean what the heck.
I am sorry to those I am leaving behind in this cruel world that is ever so blue, just know when you look up to see the clouds I am missing you.
You pour your disconsolateness in your poems. That's very good. I can't wait to read a poem which you created out of mirth. Rock n' roll & blessed be.
by Lady Nik
This is such a sad poem. It makes me want to hug you...so I will *hug*. I like it though. I can relate. I love how you express yourself. You make your pain seem so real. Like it's at my fingertips. Very nice work. Nik