Too Young To Die

-By Dannie M.-

I do not own my favorite TV show, Kim Possible. This is only a poem that expresses sadness and depression. This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle.

I sit here in this corner,

Watching the world pass me by.

I don't care how much they cry for me.

I don't care how much I cry.

One hand holds a bottle of bleach,

The other one holds a gun.

All the thoughts that are going through my head,

Of all the ways I can join her.

My best friend, the one I loved died for me.

She loved me more than life itself.

But the last time I could see her emerald green eyes and her long red hair,

She said to me, "Don't forget me, Ron. I'll never forget you. You were the sweetest boy a girl could ever ask for."

And with her dying breath, she died.

I can't bear to live another day,

I can bear to see tomorrow.

But the one I loved most, the one I cared for.

I drown in my tears of sorrow.

That girl who saved the world, Kim Possible is gone.

She was fighting for everything.

She died in a bloody battle that looked like it would never end.

So I held her hand the moment she died.

I kissed her dying lips.

I whisper to myself, "It's my entire fault"

"Why the hell am I going though this?"

How old am I, do you ask?

I'm only 17 years old.

She was the same age as me,

Before she left this world.

I had a girlfriend who died in my arms.

At that very moment, I wanted to join her.

She was the perfect one for me,

I never meant to hurt her.

Maybe she's an angel in heaven,

Watching everything I do.

Maybe she'll come back to me one day,

And start a life anew.

But no matter how many I've lost,

It's the souls I've learned to find.

So now I think that thought over and over,

The thought of losing my mind.

I try to drink the bleach but my hands won't let me,

I try to aim for my brain, but my fingers won't let me.

I try to die everyday, but something else won't let me.

I think it's the one I love, keeping me alive.

Every time I think about her,

All I here is the music… the music to her song.

The beeping of her device.

All I hear the same old tone.

It just won't die…

Just like me……

A/N- Not bad for a first, huh? We'll I'll write a real story soon!

Bye from Dannie M.