Suicidal Poets

Suicidal poets
writing about there dreams
wishing they could die
with all of the other beings

Suicidal poets
saying people don't care
but in there heart knowing
that people are actually there

Suicidal poets
cutting themselves for fun
but are really freaked inside
after they are done

Suicidal poets
posing to get more friends
but lose everything
everyone of them

Suicidal poets
wishing they could die
but then knowing
that there wishes were all lies

Suicidal poets
Thinking of there friends
remembering all there promises
to be there until the end

Suicidal poets
realizing he is all alone
then all of a sudden
a ring comes from the phone

Called in by the cops
Telling stories about death
Unbelievable so far
Waiting for the rest

One name comes up from there
That you cannot believe
You cant do anything but stare
Wishing you could leave

Her name was Gerri Bitz
and she died on that day
All the slits on my wrist
That loss effecting me everyday

A loss of great depression
A loss of great dis pare
A loss that could never happen
A loss completely rare

A mom that was killed
In a deadly collision
A mom that was lost
Seen once before in a vision

The day seemed like a dream
Which was good for the start
Her death was rare
Like a piece of art

Most of my thoughts
Are all about my mom
All curious about
Where she has gone

Is she in the ground
Or in the air
I only ask
As if people care

Your dead
Your gone
Ill be with you
Wont be to long

I love you
Although your dead
But I'm right behind you
My death isn't far ahead...

*This poems is about my mother... god i wish she didn't die that morning... i wish i could join her*