poems and stuff

I often think of you

I often think of you

Everything you have put me through

The pain

The happiness

I can still feel it all

Even when I fall

I try to remember the good

But I cant anymore

Death is calling my name

Saying there's chance for change

I want to accept

Its my last attempt

If I don't make it back tonight

I hope you will be all right

You had promised me not to let me drown

Yet here I lay, as the hand I once loved,

Shoves me under