Chapter 6: Poem Number Two
I wrote another poem today. Writing poems is decidedly better than cutting my wrists. Much less conspicuous too. Here is a copy;
The End
My life is dark, It's all faded black, My hopes are gone, And they won't come back.
They've all flown, All of them drown, Now I'm alone, Spiralling down.
Darkness engulfs me, I think I'm going to die, Nothing matters anymore, I don't even want to cry.
As the darkness swallows me, The light starts to fade, All alone in coldness, In the darkness do I wade.
I see my mothers face before me, Do I really want to go? All I love will miss me, Do I want to release my hold?
I'm sinking faster now, It's too late to say goodbye, Farewell, everybody, It's my time to die.
It's my time to die.
I wrote another poem today. Writing poems is decidedly better than cutting my wrists. Much less conspicuous too. Here is a copy;
The End
My life is dark, It's all faded black, My hopes are gone, And they won't come back.
They've all flown, All of them drown, Now I'm alone, Spiralling down.
Darkness engulfs me, I think I'm going to die, Nothing matters anymore, I don't even want to cry.
As the darkness swallows me, The light starts to fade, All alone in coldness, In the darkness do I wade.
I see my mothers face before me, Do I really want to go? All I love will miss me, Do I want to release my hold?
I'm sinking faster now, It's too late to say goodbye, Farewell, everybody, It's my time to die.
It's my time to die.