Sunday, July 26, 2009

Pray

if you didnt get the last one
the answer is this
the first line rhymes with the last one
the second rhymes with the second to last
so on and so forth
and this poem
was inspired by an extremely dark time of mine

i lay here
all alone
after a big argument
its dark
and late
i dont know what i meant
i said words
hurtful words
about suicide and death
i was mad
oh so mad
i wished i had some meth
some deadly drugs
many of them
so i could feel really high
cuz this pain
and the stress
make me depressed and cry
arguments
many fights
they wont help me get better
pressure for this
pressure for that
sometimes i just dont get her
ill run away
and kill myself
but i dont think i can
im too weak
way to frail
more a baby than a man
jump from buildings
cut my throat
i plan all these attempts
but in the end
im still here
cuz i need encouragements
so all i do
is lay in bed
with tears pouring each side
try to keep quiet
not a sound
im sorry that i lied
i dont want to run
but i hate it here
i cant bare it anymore
but i cant
live out there
ill end up alone and poor
eventual death
it will find me
but i cannot run away
i must wait
bare through this
and pray death comes today

Copyright: this = mine.

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