UNTITLED One foot below and five more to go, Realizing that all my life I never really had a glow. I never really let people try to know, Here I am, at life's ultimate low. Two feet below and four more to go, Never experincing the life I was lead to know Always leaning over the edge, waiting for my over throw. Shut down and waiting for my tow Half way there, My eyes can't open, not even to stare Feeling hot, but every once and awhile I see a glare Half way there and now I start to care. Four feet and two to the end Unshared love is left to mend Leaving my only friend Wishing there was words I could send Five feet of realizing I'm not alive My life was lived so deprived Hopeless of wonder because I did'nt strive I saw an empty pool but I still took my dive Six feet under, now I'm dead Put to rest with earth above my head Secondary life through trials that was mislead Watching the life that I once read
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because my own death haunts me. It's about someone who kills theirself and what goes through their mind as they're being buried. They almost feel like they're being buried alive but then realizes they are actually dead. But what they finally realize it's not the way they thought it would be. That's why I wrote it took me awhile to write because I tried to visualize myself as the person I wrote about.
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