I Might Still Be There

by eaganqt07   Aug 13, 2005


As i listen to my dad yell and curse
and my mom be a little timid mouse
I reach for the bottle of pills
to get out of the freaking house
As i take a hand full of them
and drink a glass of water
I'm thinking to myself
will my parents even bother
to cry if i'm gone
or will they just continue on with life
as if nothings wrong
will they wonder why I did it
or not even care
maybe if they had payed more attention and seemed to care
i might still be there
maybe if they hadn't yelled at me
for all that stupid stuff
or blamed everything on me
like i'm a goof up
i might still be there

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