Goosebumps cover your skin.
Saying last goodbyes to your kin.
As a cold rush strikes your heart.
Family members being torn apart.
Your willpower is slowly breaking.
Grasping the knife forsaking.
Taking a shaky breath.
To prepare for another death.
But something stops you from going your way.
A something, a voice saying "No Please Stay."
You listen to the howling wind.
The voice still whispers "No Please Don't You Will Win."
Then a surge of hope hits you.
Then your attitude turns anew.
One who smiles aren't a frown.
One who says "Look I have turned anew nothing can bring me down."
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The voice is someone you love who wants you to be there with them. Hopefully this Poem got you thinking about others. I'll be posting some more.
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A Book Of Poetry
PoesíaOk Guys So I Have Been Beginning To Understand How Depressed, Hurt, or Sorrowful People Feel. So I Decided To Write Poetry For Them. To Express How They Feel When People Aren't Looking At Them. So A lot Of This Poetry Is Going To Be Sad And DEEP. An...
