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I'm in my friends car She wants me to look at wedding dresses We drive by your exit I try not to cry And now I see my battery is nearly dead Again But I am not dead Not yet And since I decided a long time ago When I really really wanted To die That it would not ever be by my own hand I have to live I want to live Mostly I wish It was different now But it isn't And I am no robot Even though you think so
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
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I'm in my friends car She wants me to look at wedding dresses We drive by your exit I try not to cry And now I see my battery is nearly dead Again But I am not dead Not yet And since I decided a long time ago When I really really wanted To die That it would not ever be by my own hand I have to live I want to live Mostly I wish It was different now But it isn't And I am no robot Even though you think so
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
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