September 1st, 2016
Your life means so much to me,
so quickly, drop your knife.
You're being quite selfish,
trying to end your life.
A bullet to rid you of the pain.
The torture. The agony.
A bullet to take it all away.
Your friends. Your family.
Why must you be so weak?
Using death as a way out.
Why must you be so careless?
Abandoning dreams once sought.
It may be worse after death;
Heaven may be rumored.
As you cause yourself even more pain,
the Greater Power is humored.
It wasn't because you were hurt,
bullied and unprepared.
You lacked the strength to live,
thus you were scared.
No once cares that you cut yourself?
Well, that isn't very true.
Because no matter what happens...
I'll love you.
YOU ARE READING
Reaper's Plague
PoetrySince August 26th of 2015, I've been writing poetry. I was inspired by the song "One Reason" by Fade to write, and now I'm ready to publish. Follow me if you enjoy my poems, it'll let me know that you're reading them, I guess. WARNING: Poetry may be...
