Two weeks ago
I started a poem...
Darkness and pain,
Tears and rain...
On this paper
words are written...
Drifting to the side of endless misery
looking for an end to what has come to be...
Draining and aching
feels my heart breaking...
What if I died that night?
And my little plan worked out...
Oh goodness me
Why'd you have to leave...
I find no beauty
rest within you, as you paint...
When I'll be dead....., your tears will flow.. But...
You will send flowers,.. But I won't see... Send...
The hospital bed grows colder,
Time stands still yet my body grows older...
I once thought that my mind was a safe haven
It was the only place that could take me away...
A knife, a blade, a gun, a pill,
Hate, depression, and poor will...