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Suicide 2
written by TheTuneSmiths07:02 AM 2/14/05The moon is low tonight.
The tide is high and I sit by it's edge.
I wonder why. My life isn't dredge.
I'm not very bright.
I grew up to a god I hate.
Nothing went wrong and I'm very upset.
I sit near this tide and I never get wet.
I guess it's too late.
There's swirling music playing in my ears.
"Like good movies; let it die!"
indescernable, like I could ever try
to conquer my fears.
I was a popular kid.
I do nothing right and i'm known from the start.
What matters to me is what's (not ) in my heart.
and what I did.
So I'm leaving with this.
There is no going back and i'll always be damned
I had the whole f*cking school in the palm of my hand
It was a very near miss.
I wade into the mirror-glass
I lie facedown and my body remains
I died, yeah, i died, but there wasn't much pain
and I'll never be passed. |
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