In fear I am writing this poem knowing it will be my last. In fear I know as of tonight my life has past. I thought of keeping my life alive, but realize death is what I've strived. In fear I can't think of a time that was great, in fear I know I'm going to take my life in hate. In fear I look down on my reasons for living and realize there's none there, looking for a reason to live I see nothing but air. Looking for that reason to live, I wish I didn't see that glare. In fear I look for a reason to obtain my life, looking for that reason chases my hand to the knife. In fear I wish I knew what I was living for, what's the point of living if your gonna end up living poor? As I step out of life and towards death's door, I ask myself "Am I really this weak?" I have no answer, I have nothing to speak. In fear I feel wetness on my cheek, in fear I know my only friend is my own tear. Death is into what I stare, ready to complete my life, to die is what I dare. In fear I press the knife, it's cold against my skin, how in the game of life I wish I could win. Harder and harder I press the blade, all i have to do is make the cut, and complete the slide, then I know in fear I would watch myself glide into a corpse of nothingness. In fear I wonder what has kept me from dying, I am now tearless but crying. In fear I wonder why god made us and an earth of suffering? In my eyes he's created everything wrong, he's created it as if I don't belong. In fear I think maybe there isn't a heaven. Maybe I'll just suffer one more day, or maybe I'll keep my life and waste it away. When I think about death, the word "life" is what I hear. the only thing that keeps me from killing myself is fear. Please write comments in comment box below. Thank you.
Reason for writing:
Man, the day i wrote this poem was the only day i was actually scared of something. the day i wrote this poem was the day i actually met something i was scared of.i seen my life flash away right in front of me, and i realized how deep, and valuable life really is. the day i wrote this poem, i had a cuncussion and i didn't even hit my head, my head just decided to have a cuncussion on its own, then i woke up and had a heart attack. you know how after your heart stops beating it takes a while for your body to shut down. well that happened to me, i couldn't see cause no blood was circulating through my eyes. i couldn't see to dial the phone for help, and shit,. it was scary stuff. so i got home and just wrote whatever came out of my now beating heart, haha. peace out, enjoy your life cause that's what its worth.
Birth sign: Gemini
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