I am not going to try,
try again and again.
I will rather cry,
and feel the enormous pain.
The pain of loosing you,
loosing your lovely smile.
Or maybe I should end it right now,
so go on and take the bow.
Shoot me straight in the heart,
and look how it falls apart.
Because of you I die,
I know you wont even cry.
You will just stand there,
enjoy your victory.
You wont apologize,
you wont say you're sorry.
But i am dead now,
you don't have to worry.
So go on,
enjoy that victory.
YOU ARE READING
The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
