Poetry. From the broken soul.

Choice

I have had "outside of wattpad" comments on how dark my poems are.. Sorry :/ that's just what they are... They aren't about anything really.. remember that.

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I look at my scars

and frown

how could I

let my friends down

They want me happy

and want me to see

all the fun things

my life could be

But I made a choice

a bad one indeed

one that includes

self-pain onto me

My friend grabs my arm

I try not to wince

her jaw drops open

damn she looks pissed

And I feel ashamed

of what I have done

I would end it now

but my mom took my gun

So instead I tried

my best to stop

anything to get her

from calling the cops

I actually stopped

for awhile indeed

till the sadness came back

and I knew what I needed

So here I am now

many years later

looking up from hell

the world of all haters

I died a couple months later

jumped infront of a car

they swerved alot

but not enough far

I made a choice

a bad one it seems

hey look at thay

it was all just a dream