Doctors say I'm dying,
I know that they're lieing.
How could I die,
I'm already taking meds.
I'm sure there has to be a cure,
This is already too much to endure.
I have to take so many syringes and meds,
That my bum hurts.
How could I die,
Before buying that PS3 that I always wanted to buy.
I want to tell that girl
What are my feelings for her
What about my friends
How I'm gonna tell them
That this is how it ends
This is how I end
My family is crying without tears
They are trying to cheer
My brother is trying to make a joke
That made my mother choke
Nobody's ready to say
Nobody's ready to hear
But these are my last words
This is my goodbye
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Words From Soul
Poetryhighest ranking- #157 in poetry on 29th October 2016 I have written these poems and quotes to let out whatever my soul is confiding in it. The soul purpose to post these poems because it helps to shut down my demons for a while. Any of my poems are...
