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I was sitting in my room thinking of poems. i write poems and post them on a site but no one know that its me. i thought of yesterday and about my past and history of being bullied,online and at school, and words floated in my head and i put them on paper.
About an hour later i read over my poem and am satisfied:
(not mine , actual person: Darren Harris)
Depression is running through my head. These thoughts make me think of death, A darkness which blanks my mind. A walk through the graveyard, what can I find? Black shadows walk in between the graves, How many lives have not been saved? Six feet under, if not more, How I'd like to go down and explore The feeling of lying in a box. I can't get out, is it locked? Is it day or is it night? Are birds singing or have bats taken to flight? I know one day this is where I'll go, Am I afraid? I don't think so! Will I be able to explore the feeling of death? After I've taken my last breath? Or will I be a shadow in between the graves? Will I know how many lives have not been saved? After this life is there another one? With a different moon and a different sun. I won't go to hell as I'm already there, A place full of sadness, a place full of despair. So there's nothing to live for, no future, no past, So I might as well end it, end this life at last.
as i read my poem tears fall from my eyes and i start to type in on my site.
(A/N i know this is short but i have a lot of school work to do. anyways this poem touched me so much because i had a very close friend kill her self about 4 months ago and it was really hard and this poem reminded me of her and what she was going through. anyways bye XOXO)
