This Boy

by Siamko   May 1, 2007


Running - out of breath
A boy so afraid of looking back.
But what's worse?
What's behind or what's ahead.
How could she not care?
Just moves right along to the next fish.
Didn't she feel anything inside?
Feel my warmth or taste my kiss?
Can't believe I wasted my time,
Heart ripped apart and oozing red.
Should have seen the warning signs.
Now this boy just wants to be dead.
Starring out over the edge.
Wanting to drive off and end it all.
"It isn't worth it anymore,
Too much pain, this is my last fall."
Nothing makes sense to this boy,
Everything whizzing by his head.
Just keep running he tells himself.
This boy is filled with pain and dread.
Can't get her out of my mind,
Seeing her face just makes me mad.
Why can't I just get over her?
I know she's not the best I ever had.
This boy is straining to go on.
Needs to know how much he's worth,
All he feels is the pain he's filled with.
Someone please tell this boy before...

This boy just wants to be...
This boy is almost dead.

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  • 16 years ago

    by audrey harris

    Oh, that makes me sad, don't... wanna-be-dead! your writing is good, so you obviously still have meaning! life's not over until you stop living, so remember that it's better to be 70 yrs young than 40 yrs old. :) have a nice day!