Death in my eyes

by belinda skidmore   Dec 17, 2003


Death crosses my mind every day,
Every minute, Of every second.
The way my life has been since I was little has never been understanding but I know that it could be worse. The feeling I feel everyday will be with me until the end of my time. There is no way to get passed them and to take my own life is the only way that I could ever get the images out of my head the pain that my heart aches. When I was 11years old something was tooken from me that I will never get back and I know that I will suffer from those moments for the rest of my life but what shall some one do when circumstances are like the way these are.
When your a young teenager no one listens to you and no one understands your pain when your mother really hasnt been there and watching her waste her life away with alcohol and your father was never there because he didnt know how to be there and your sisters and brothers never were around and the one you were close to say what everyone else say. She saw nothing in you and will never see nothing in you. Things are so hard when you are alone and the feel of the only way out is death is sad but you know that it would make things be better for you
december 17,2003 3:03 pm

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  • 19 years ago

    by cissy

    I like poem but I'm kinda confused and at the same time kinda not, Was it you that it happin to?