Nov 2015
Sixteen years I have stood on this earth,
each day worse than the last.
Sixteen years I have walked this earth,
fists clenched, angry at the past.
Sixteen years I have ran from this earth,
hoping this hell would let me loose.
Sixteen years ends this day,
at the end of a noose.
each day worse than the last.
Sixteen years I have walked this earth,
fists clenched, angry at the past.
Sixteen years I have ran from this earth,
hoping this hell would let me loose.
Sixteen years ends this day,
at the end of a noose.
I wrote this 3 years ago back when I was at my worst. I soon deleted this and many others from this site along with my old profile Wolf Amongst Sheep. I can't say why I deleted everything, I think it was probably some kind of paranoia. I don't think this is even the same wording as my computer broke and I lost all my old poems, but I remember liking this one and wanted to recapture the thoughts of that broken kid so I gave it ago and rewrote it.
