Book of Poems

Heaven's Shelves

My life was different.

I was stuck, like I was in cement.

Music set me free.

I could finally be me.

It was nice.

I guess I finally had the dice.

It was my turn.

Never thought it would end so soon.

Kind of like the cycle of the moon.

Life only lasts so long.

But it goes together, like ping and pong.

You have to be strong.

You have to be able to last long.

People decide to kill themselves.

Their stories go on Heaven's shelves.

Life is a story.

Its layered and long like quarries.

Even though depression rhymes.

Were really not as sour as limes.

People don't understand us.

They try to throw us under a bus.

Why do people be so mean?

The stairway to heaven is a wall that leans.

From darkness to Light.

But life's a fight.

You have to win.

We try to kill ourselves.

So our stories can go on Heaven's shelves.

A/N

I loved making this poem. Its different than the other two I made. I hope you all enjoy!

- Liliana The Amazing