| The day I died |
| This poem is about the day that I died, That entire morning I had cried, I wondered why I felt sadness and depression, I also wondered about my aggression, I wanted to go kill everyone in sight, Or die courageously in a gunfight, I wanted to be famous, I could hardly wait, I guess that just wasn't going to be my fate, Fate is shaped by us all, or so they say, God's already written our biography, so there's no way, About noon, I went for a cruise, Right after, I drank a lot of booze. I was drunk, driving, depressed, and knocking on death's door, For I was thinking of suicide even more than before, It felt like a good day to say goodbye, I was going to kill myself, and this time it wasn't a lie, I went home to send an email to everyone I knew, Letting then know I was killing myself because I was blue, After I was done emailing them, I had to decide, Where and how I was going to commit suicide, Slit wrists, bleach and ammonia, or drown, Which would leave my face with a frown, Bleach and ammonia, now where do I dare, In public? In private? I didn't really care, I finally chose to do it in my home, Then I realized I hadn't finished "My Final Poem," I finished finally about four, I realized my friends would see me no more, I grabbed the bleach and ammonia, and set them on the floor, Just then, there was a knock at my door, It was my friend, he got the email, and wanted to say, He was there for me, it didn't hae to end that way, I said he was wrong, so he took me for a ride, He wanted to talk, so I had to swallow my pride, I told him how I felt I could do no good, And how few could save me, but never would, I was just getting ready to give him the list of the few, We hit a tree, there was nothing I could do, He slowly bled to death, after hitting the dash, Head split right open, and he couldn't last, If we ould have talked in my home, he wouldn't be dead, If he would have lived, I would have been less messed up in the head, I wondered why it was him and not me that died, I went home, grabbed a pillow, and cried, I grabbed the bleach and ammonia, as my tears ran dry, I heard the Grim Reaper singing me his own lullaby, I mix the two together, a little before ten, By ten, I was asleep, and I had seen The End! |
| Where I am |
| Where I am, you just don't know, Am I just to busy, on the go? You had plans to go with me to the mall, It was cancelled by a no show or call, So you went to the mall and checked all the stores, You went to my home and cheked behind all the doors, As you head home, you look down an alley and see, Someone lying there, and realized it was me, As you approach you see I'm lying in a puddle of blood, My mangled face was smashed in the mud, Many broken bones, and a smashed head, It was quite obvious someone wanted me dead, My wallet was still inside my coat, As you looked at me, you remembered my quote, "My death will be like my life, all alone, So many things about will never be known," As your cries faded, you heard an angel say, "I'm sorry, but his angel took a vacation day," You wanted some answer, it was you demand, The angel looked and pointed at my right hand, In my hand was a letter to you, my friend, Letting you know my life heading towards The End! |
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