Now it's my turn to die
I sit in the quite
I don't like it
It's too calm
Too nice
for this pain
For this night.
I've felt death and pain before
but none like this
days
weeks
months
of pain
And for what?
No one to remember I die?
No one to remember me?
No one to miss me?
No one to kiss me goodbye?
Pain
It flairs once more
I feel like its my time to go
once more
Maybe this is the last
Maybe this is my chance
May now
it is my turn to die.
A poem inspired by the death of Kenny in Kenny dies.