Life

by brooke   Jan 20, 2005


As I sit here wondering why
All the days of my life pass by
From 1 to 2 from 2 to 4
I'm not a Lil kid anymore
I'm growing up so fast you see
I just want to slowdown and hold onto me
Me, the person here so alone
I cant even pick up the telephone
I'm cut off from the world and all my Friends
I think my life is coming to and end
As I grab the scissors for the last time and make a mark on my wrist
I start to see a white shiny mist
As all my memories come to a end
I start thinking bout my best Friend
But its to late now,its over, its come to a end…
Now I watch over my special Friend Im sorry i did this..
Im sorry i brought my life to a end…

~+~+ please tell me if u like it please +~+~

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  • 20 years ago

    by brooke

    i love it! but yer u should try a love poem next time LOL