When I was hurt,
And I bled through my shirt,
I thought to myself,"This can't be me!"
When I had all those thoughts I feel,
And I couldn't tell if they were real,
I stood on the edge in some twisted reality.
Or when my nightmares came to haunt me,
And all my ghosts came to terrorize thee,
I will know that all hope is lost.
When I jumped and found I could fly,
I learned that I was just too scared to try,
Scared that it was far too high.
And when I slit my wrists and slip away,
God will say," Boy, what a day."
For when I'm gone and they rejoice,
Only I will know,
I never had a choice.
OR
Only I will know,
That the Choice was only a lie.
I never really thought about until I said goodbye.
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Things I Know
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I wrote when I was going through a pretty damn tough time, and I showed them to a friend of mine and she said that they were really good. She told me that I should make a book and so I did. I don't think that they are th...