My Little Poetry Book

Suicide

I'm here.
Alone at night.
Watching you sneer.
In plain in fright.

The day was cold.
The nights even colder.
As I watch.
You put a bullet above your shoulder.

You said you couldn't take it.
So you leave.
I wish you would've just faked it.
It hurt beyond belief.

You killed yourself.
And all I could do was watch.
And then I hurt myself.
Each cut making a notch.

I wake up.
Palms are sweaty.
Your gone.
And my heart feels heavy.

That constant dream.
Almost every night.
Is sure to make anyone.
Shake with fright.
~Stormer