Sitting in this hospital room
All you can do is try
Try to make her feel safe
Even if you wanna cry
But if she were to leave
You would hope she'd fly
Fly high along the angles
And as the line goes flat
The world goes black
You feel an empty pit in your stomach
Because he last word were
"You'll make me proud"
But the sirens ring out so loud
You feel your love for life give out
As her lungs do the same
You feel yourself pout
As she was the last angle on earth
And even her even her life went out with a burst
YOU ARE READING
Deep, Dark Poetry
Poetryjust some trash poems about depression, anxiety, and other very serious problems ~~ Trigger warnings on all of these!! ~~
