I'm sitting here,
Looking at the full scenery.
Why am I here?
It's kind of extraordinary.
I was brought up rough,
But it made me tough.
I look back now,
And all I think, is "wow."
I endured a lot of pain.
From the death of my mom..
To an addict for a father
Who seems impossible to tame.
It got worse,
But it just now got better.
All I can do is sit here,
And write this letter.
I didn't listen,
When they told me to just try.
I went my own way..
Another dead end, I could only cry.
In this moment.
This is when I believe.
This isn't my intended path.
I no longer have to grieve.
I am not supposed to be here.
I am ready to leave.
I won't shed another tear.
My happiness, you will no longer thieve.
I have a smile on my face.
I now realize none of it was my fault.
Except for my bad choices..
But it stops today.. and comes to a halt.
All I need is a chance.
I am ready to leave.
I can do this on my own.
I now have the strength.
All I need is that one last chance.
YOU ARE READING
Gloomy Days
PoesieJust a collection of my old poems as a morbid, anger-repressed teenager. Not all of them are about blood and murder, I didn't want to put the best ones first. Keep reading!
