He took the pledge,
Boy, was he immature,
Stood on the edge,
They'd help, he was sure.
They had convinced him
That he'd be better off dead
So he sung their hymn,
Taking steps ahead,
Slowly killing
Everything he had left,
Gradually feeling
More and more depressed.
They hit where it hurt,
Promising relief
Once his body hit the dirt,
Once he was the thief
Of his own precious life.
And he was told
To pick up the knife,
His suffering was sold.
He thought of stopping,
But they wouldn't let,
So he kept coping,
And they enjoyed the bet.
He was blackmailed
And threatened, he'd die anyway,
In this strange game, he'd failed.
His death would come in a few days.
Tell someone what you have done,
What they did to your mind,
Don't be afraid to show everyone
The dark, heartless side.
YOU ARE READING
Time To Go: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAway we go, to a place we've never been to before. I am flying, and these poems are the feathers on my wings. And it's time to go on adventures. Highest Ranking: 104 in Poetry (Thank you Wattpad!)
