i lie on my bed
motionless
unable to make a sound
shivers run down my spine
my body sticks to the blankets
from the sweat on my body
but yet,
my whole body feels cold
blood drips off my legs
the pain of the fresh cut flesh
is numb
no feeling
just the taste of the salty tears that burn the eyes
it's effortless
the pain i suppose
it's to early to tell whether it will last
or like everything else i loved most
disappear within a fraction of a second
i'm to young to now this feeling
i've been through enough
divorce,abuse
now this?
just when i thought it was ok
the ground begins to shake and crumble
taking more and more people down with every crack
so i took out my gun
laid it across my chest
and fell asleep
Author notes
option 4
this poem is about a gril that just found that she has the very late stages of cancer and only weeks to live
P.S not my own expirence i read a book about a girl she found out she had only weeks to live
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