Dark Death

It is a poem about problems in life.
I am tired of pretending
The emptiness inside me keeps extending
I try to evade the pain
And put away my tears

However, all the days are the same
I am tired of hiding my fears
The people around me get me insane
Again, I am thinking of leaving the earth

For all the problems I gain
Everyone I blame
I am sick of crying
My soul little by little is dying

Perhaps tonight would be my last smiling
No one can cheer me up now
My dreadful life has come to an end
I will take a gun and put it next to my head

When the bullets came out it will be too loud
That no one will hear me fled
I don't fear that my body will be unearth
Because no one will remember my sepulcher
Not even my parents will bring me flowers
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Published: 1/3/2011
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