Thinking about death really can get you thinking, and I mean hard.
It's my last breath,
As air leaves my lungs,
And the darkness overtakes,
The once beautiful vision I held.
Skin becomes a ghostly pale,
But eyes shine brighter than before,
With happiness at being set free,
Even if by your own hand.
Killing yourself,
To leave this hell.
Dying,
To get away from pain.
Well let me say this,
If there is heaven,
Could it be hell?
Or is hell just heaven?
No one cares,
Until there death is near.
Only then,
Do they see reality.
It is painful,
It hurts,
When you know you live,
Even when you die.
Tell me if you like it. This poem was really quick, but I have to go to bed now.
Thanks to:
Dark Kitsune of Ra: Internet buddies can work. It works best if you know them.
Alantie Mistaniu: Did you think that I was going to quit writing or something?
Mad-4-Manga: I have a fictionpress account too! My name is the same on there and I just reviewed all of your poems for the heck of it! Srea is starting to scare me.
Silver Sailor Ganymede: I don't have exams. I have a stupid math project thought that is going to kill my grade. --