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Oct 2018
God save me
Please end me
My death is cold and bitter
I don't want to be called a quitter
The smell of my corpse like sulfur
To engulf her
In misery is not what I wish
Is not what I want to dish
I'm sorry
Or am I
I want to just hurry up and die
I hear your anguished cries
Everything we had dies
In that one moment
I accidentally cause you torment
I taste copper
My blood it drips and pours
It shakes my very core
I see everything fade
My life a sham A charade
The depressing funeral parade
I feel what I caused you
And I'm sorry
For everything
For the suffering
I beg your forgiveness
I want to end this
Then I wake up
It never even happened
I pour my coffee in my cup
Good your still in a good mood
Good
Maybe I can still make you happy
That would be nice
But I still have to roll the dice
To live life
That would be very nice
Zachery
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Zachery  17/M/USA
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