Crying in candle light.
Lying on my bed.
Wishing I was dead.
Crying in candle light.
Thinking of all I had.
Using all my might.
As I try to fight.
Fight away all the heart
acke, and pain.
That was handed to me
on a metal tray.
I try to fight it all away.
But it will never go away.
I try to be brave.
But the pain over weighs.
I try not to cry, and
sometimes I wonder why?
I think why because I want
to die.
Written By: Krystle Cox (Sweet Angel)
Written: November 13, 1998
I wrote this poem many years ago. I don't feel this way anymore. I love my life even though it is still rough at times. Life is very precious. I guess it just took some growing up to do to realize it. Please comment, and rate it would mean the world to me. Thank You for reading my poem.
~Krystle
