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this is the other people..they are not sequals just about the same thing..review and tell me which one you like better.
I miss you.
I try to live with the pain,
But I cant,
It hurts to much
It’s not the same,
When your not here.
I cant even go to classes.
That empty chair beside me,
Makes me cry and wanna give up.
Your mom’s a mess.
that’s not the worst part,
Everyone blames me.
For your death.
If they were there they would understand what really happened.
How I tried to save you,
But you were to strong for me.
How the doctors tried to save you,
But you were to far gone.
They think I gave it to you.
I wouldn’t do that.
I love you way to much.
When you over dosed and died,
I lost my will to live.
That’s why I’m here at your grave.
I have decided that I’m going to take my life so I can be with you again.
I pull out a knife.
No one wants me.
No one understands why you went out with me
You were the star quarter back.
I was just a stranger to the world.
A nobody to everyone
Not to you though
You’re the only one who understood me.
I take a sniff of the flowers one more time.
I put the knife to my throat.
I scream at the pain and the sight of the blood.
I take an unsteady breath.
The screams that echoed stopped
All is silent.
The world is black.