As I sit on my bed,
I think of you
And wish I were dead.
That's all I feel I can do.
I ask myself if I think you'll return
And wonder if I'll be okay.
Without you here it feels as though I will burn and turn
To ashes every single day.
Now that you have left me,
I am curious to know if it was all a lie.
And now I start to see
Images of myself as I slowly die.
I no longer feel fear
As I begin to leave you here.
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write poetry! All the poetry here is 100% original. I would appreciate it if you guys would give me ideas so I can keep uploading! Thanks guys! Enjoy!