My eyes are hazy
I can't even see
Tears are flowing onto me
I know I shouldn't
But still I do
Because I still remember you
All the fighting
Because of me
I can't help it
I'm so sorry
Moms so caring
Can't you see
I need to be alone!
Wait, what's wrong with me?
Dad says I'm fine
But can't you see
I know there's something
Wrong with me
The kids at school
They agree with me
They always say there's
Something wrong with me
I ask for help
But it never comes
Sometimes I just
Need to run
Runaway from all
This mess
I know it will be
The very best
Now I'm home alone
So grab the gun
After this I won't
Need to run
A tear escapes
My eye
Because I know
It's time to die
I load the gun
And get myself
Ready
Because this will get
Very heavy
Heavy with feelings
Heavy with thought
But I know
I'm not worth a lot
I rase my arm
With gun in hand
I know this
Will be the end
I start to shake
Then I cry
But now I know
It's time to die
I pull the trigger
And now you see there
Was something wrong with me
YOU ARE READING
Something wrong with me
PoetryI don't know what to say about this, I guess it's just another poem.