Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2012
Don't tell me that what I'm feeling isn't real.
Don't tell me it's all in my head,
Because I can feel it in my chest,
And you can see it on my arms.

Do you think I choose this life?
Do you think I want to be this way?
I just woke up one day,
And I knew everything would no longer be okay.

******* it you don't get to tell me I'm crazy,
Don't tell me I've gone mad
Not when it's you that left me this way.
You and your love

Don't tell me that I need help,
Not if you're not willing to provide.

Don't tell me that I have so much to live for.
You've gone so it's pointless.
I'm gonna lay here,
Lay here and wait for death to consume me.

When he gets here he'll know better than to tell me.
I know it's a bit all over but i purposely didn't edit this one.
Jay Forrest
Written by
Jay Forrest  South of Nowhere
(South of Nowhere)   
1.1k
   Anon C
Please log in to view and add comments on poems