Justin Robbins Poet I do not know?

My Suicide

As I Awake, 
mourning dew drips, 
within my essence, 
frightning reality, 
becomes surreal in times angel. 

Loosing to win the balence, 
of laughing echoes, 
that vibrate my, 
marching drums. 

And still I awake, 
crying does no better, 
because it will never rain again, 
only 
thunder. 
So how can I drown, 
but 
float?

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Jessica Arteaga March 10, 2011 at 10:24 PM your above the water but still feel heavy, the rain is pouring but your skin is dry, when was it last you luagh then cried... JUSTIN! I Hope your not sad in real life! D: I hope its just the your creative at sad writing, which you are.