My hopes were up And now there dead I’m not there with you So now I just lie in bed As I lie there, I start to think When did my life begin to stink? Was I ever good? Was I ever fine? When did it begin to suck, this life of mine Was it when my mother wanted to die, And she was no longer at my side. Or was it before this, Could it be that I was born into this horror? And I never had a choice of what I could miss Now my brain hurts worse than before. Cuz maybe I’m just being a bitch. Over reacting and throwing a fit. Maybe I should shut up and move on. Cuz that’s what everyone else would have done But I’m not everyone else, and I love you too much So I’ll keep doing what I’ve done Even I end up killing myself
Reason for writing:
Just got to thinking bout life... and my past
Birth sign: Aries
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