What shes felling

by IWroteYouAPoemOnMyWrist   May 19, 2005


Soon it all will slowly come down
to its end
i wont have to wait
for my torn heart to mend

I'm sick of picturing myself dying
I'm opening the door to the end
i hope that door leads to good things
i will never worry about anything again

i hope death is better
I'm not afraid to die
I'm sick of all the crimson cries
and all the painful lies

I'm not doing this because of you
I'm doing it for the best of me
i just cant stand hiding anymore
now everyone can see

I'm so sorry this has to happen
its just i cant go on anymore
its not anyones fault
I'm the only one I'm doing this for

i just want to see
what death will feel like
i want to see if it doesn't hurt
like my pain filled life

theres no one out there who can help this
I'm sorry i have to leave
things are getting harder
i feel suffocated and its hard to breath

i am already dead on the inside
crushed broken torn and depressed
I'm living life a lie
from everything i haven't confessed

i no you all new this was going to happen sometime
you could see it in my eyes
I'm going to miss you all
i love you and good bye

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