My heart is leaning on the edge,
And I won't let it fall.
I won't let it step off that ledge,
Because if it does, I'll lose it all.
I've already lost so much,
My soul, my dreams.
I've lost my touch,
No one can hear my screams.
I've lost my mind,
I can't lose her too.
"Oh, I'm fine."
But that isn't true.
I can't fall in love,
I won't let myself.
I must watch from above,
As she deteriorates in health.
If I let myself love her,
She surely will die.
And if I find another,
They too will lose their life.
Everything I adore,
Withers up and dies.
No more, no more!
I won't take anymore lives.
I have made my decision,
I won't let her die.
I'll make the incision.
And I won't cry.
I'll raise my knife,
This is the only thing I have left to give.
I've taken my own life.
Simply so that she may live.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
ŞiirThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
