Cry

Pain, pain and pain...
I cry at night
Where I put up a fight

I'm not having fun
I went out to get a gun

Myself I will kill
With a pill

I wish someone cared
Only if they dared

My best friend died
I put up a fight and cried

I feel death is my only way out
Instead I walk about

I walk instead
Of being dead

But in the end,
I am dead in my bed

By Catherine Borra
Published: 7/22/2005 		Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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