The rain falls upon my window sills
It must know precisely how I feel
Water runs down my widows as they cry
As they watch me as I start to die
In this place of darkness, I can no longer stay
Look for light; I do not see one single ray
From my wrist, the blood falls
As I stare at the blank wall
The red pools upon the dirty floor
Soon there will not be any more
My body starts to turn cold
Memories my mind can no longer hold
My pulse is beginning to slow
I do not have too much further to go
I breathe my last breath, and I sigh
No one will ever know the reason why
I have no more words left to speak
My mind and body were just too weak
I will pass on from this world of pain
The sunshine will dry away the rain
I will be forgotten in the passing of time
I will be dead in everyone's minds
Comments
this is a poem...
that many can relate to! I don't know what to say, except for: please stay with us and keep writing. your poetry is important! it is good to know that there is someone (you) out there who knows how we feel, or have felt!
*hugs, Cat
Thanks
Thanks Cat