I hold it with all my might
Scared to death
Not to make a sound
To wake up my love ones
My love one's beneath
Beneath my footsteps i see
Disapointment and greif
Resentment and defeat
Why does this keep happening to me
One day is fine
And the next im in hell
Crying to go to sleep
And putting on a mask
To show people releife
Im sick of living in such lies
Saying im fine and okay
When im not
When the truth is
That i just want to die.....
Why god....?
Why is it every life but mine?
When is it going to be my turn?
My turn to come home.......?
I cry and morn for you
And i dont get nothing
Im sick of living on this world
This world of such pretendind
I hold it with all my might
With just one pull of the trigger
Death is coming 2-Nite.
Author notes
I wrote this on may 25th (my birthday) plz tell me what you think......
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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wow i love tha part when you seaid i'm sick of living such lies saying i am fine and ok when i'm not. i can totaly relate to it wasome write!
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Questions I have asked myself way too many times and never recieved answers for...but now I am okay. Not great, not perfect- but okay. I know how you are feeling right now to a point; not exactly because it's impossible, but close I think...if you need to vent to some random stranger I'd be more than obliged to be that random choice. I like the emotion in the poem- though it is a sad thing that you feel this way. Good luck in all...I hope someday you find the answers to your questions and give life chance enough for you to appreciate the silence...
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