I remember dying,
Holding my last breath,
Not trying,
Facing my death,
I remember drifting away,
Not having anymore dread,
Not facing another day,
Fading into the back of my head,
There wasn't much crying,
It was still sad,
I remember dying,
But, it wasn't all that bad.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for you and me
PoetryWell apparently poetry is the new thing. All my friends are starting to write poetry books and well I want to also! So this book is going to be filled with my poetry and my friends soooo I hope you like it! ;)!
