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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1638550
a poem i created in the darkest of my hours (signed ashley falls aka amanda tatum)
Deeply desired

yet deeply scared

isnt it wonderful

when no 1 is there!

when ur at ur weakest

when ur mad and sad

thats when nobody seems care!

u hide like your happy

and u feel so much pain

when u no deep

inside it all lies!

you run intill it hurts and

dream intill u wake up

then think that u should

have died!

u pray that u die and

run in the street and stand

as u drop to ur knees u new

it would never stop!

u run to ur room

and start to cut

and u see the blood drop

no pain u feel so u look around

and u flop!

thinking nothing could or would ever kill you!

u are laying on bed with a bottle of pills

its full and u hide them and yell for ur mom

to get u that glass of water

and swallow the pills and go fast asleep!

later that next day

your mom enters the room

and she start to scream

and swears it is all a dream!

as she is picking out ur final resting place

a girl walks up in such disgrace

kneels to her knees and crys at ur moms feet

this is my fault i just no it is she screams!

ur mom starts to cry

and she knows deep inside

that its not her fault and she drops

pulls the girl up!

the day is here to lay u down to rest

and everyone is there 3 crying

it over they say

and the mom passes away!

from a heartattack but

the girl thinks it was a love attack

so they lie together at a local cemetery

wait for the ur little brother

and i am waiting for u to come back!





signed by ashley falls aka amanda tatum
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