Crowded halls,
Unanswered calls,
Full of words I know will hurt me
Written wills,
Hand full of pills,
Noose tied 'round a tree.
Time is slowing,
People run up knowing,
They take pictures, but don't try to stop me.
I start to feel nauseous,
I need to be cautious,
My eternal coffin lies below.
Like a bullet out a gun,
I start to run,
Away from the edge of glory.
I realized at their laughter,
That this may have been the final chapter,
But a sequel was on its way.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust poems I write during school when I'm bored. Some are bad, especially the first few, but the rest aren't half bad. They're probably really dark but there should be one or two happy ones.
