Death

Thinking about it every night....
You’re sitting in your room,
you close your eyes,
and think about all the people who have hurt you,
you want to cry,
but nothing comes out,
and the pain you are feeling inside,
never goes away,
and the second you stop thinking about that,
you get a sick feeling,
and in that moment,
you think about death,
and how it consumes your life,
you wish that blade would go right through,
everyday you try,
and before you do,
you take your last breath,
and you say goodbye,
and your soul finally flies up into the sky.

By Kylee Throop
Published: 4/25/2008

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