Cold.

by This Girl   Apr 8, 2008


Feeling that cold metal pressed so hard against my head
I think of what happened with my life
Having thoughts of what its like to be dead.

Flat on the floor the sound muffles as the frigid cuffs wrap around my wrists
It hurts and cuts, as i make two fists
Walking out of the house with my head hung low
I cry my tears of dark sorrow

Everything is a blur
thinking back to how things were
He reads me my rights
as i hold back the fights

Where has my innocent life gone?
That pretty girl that had everything and nothing
Putting on that fake smile to keep others from prying
Though deep down, shes crying
Having thoughts of dying

Moving my arms the cuffs tighten at my wrists
I now know who I don't want to be
I don't want to be that criminal that everybody sees on TV
I was so caught up in the bliss
But what did I miss?

I sit in my cell
wishing i were in hell
The horrid screams,
no more nice dreams

The days pass as i start to go insane
I have nothing to loose and nothing to gain
Now i am free and still don't know where i want to be
All i see is the rain
and feel nothing but pain...

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