A Bloody Mistake!
I'm ready for my coffin, I'm ready for my grave, to life I am only a slave. Those pills
in the cabinet that rope in my room, and what about the sharp stick in the kitchen next
to the broom? Death is coming closer I can feel it it's coming near, I can't live this
way anymore please mom don't cry a tear. The pills are in my mouth the cuts are on my
arm, my face is turning pale I don't have my young charm. I hear the paramedics trying
to save me but their to late, I think that I'm in hell I see the opening gate. I flash
back to earth, to see me in my hurse they're having a funeral? Over me they will mourn?
I look into the coffin to see my skin so torn, my face looks horrible my body isn't
warm. I look into the crowd people are crying loud they're saying shes happy now but as
I look I'm not proud. I left my loved ones broken the few that I had, if I knew so many
loved me I wouldn't of murdered myself! I'm watching as they all walk away, the people I
think of everyday, they all say goodbye the last thing to me they'd ever say, I'm DEAD I
shouldn't feel this way! I try to call there names, they look down and say I'll miss her
this is a shame. I'm standing there alone and it begins to rain, I see a bolt of
lightning I hear the sound of thunder, it's time for my soul to go to hell and my body
six feet under.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
