Death is coming?

Raven Wolff

05 Oct, 2012 04:54 AM
Is it wrong I think of suicide,
death,
dying,
being murdered?
I'm so ready to die.
I jest don't know anymore,
I don't wanna be here,
I'm not wanted.
I don't wanna live,
breath.

I have no more energy to live,
breath,
to go on.
I'm ready to die,
be killed by me
or someone else.
I'm ready to bleed,
I'm ready for darkness to over come me,
take me to a better place.
I've lost all hope,
its been gone for too long,

I'm dead inside.
jest waiting to be out.
Someone come and end my suffering,
before i do.
End me now,
cut me from life,
erase my life,
make me be forgotten,

I'm forever lost
like a lost dog..
 with no home.. 
Hopeless..
With thoughts of never finding happiness...
if you care,
you'll understand,
the day you wake up and,
and I'm gone,
dead,
done with,
over,
like i was never there..
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