There are days,
I lay in bed and cannot breath.
These are the days,
I cannot make myself eat.
I feel nice,
like if I was dead.
Unfortunately I'm not,
I'm just lying in bed.
I lay and lay,
all day long.
Feeling my strenght go away,
feeling so wrong.
I stare at the ceiling,
breathing in, breathing out.
It feels so good,
until my mother shouts.
"Andrea! You bitch,
what have you done?!"
"Nothing" I whisper,
I just wanna be already gone.
But I can't go,
not because I'm scared,
but because there is a person
that always cared.
I can't make myself go,
because I need you and you need me.
'Cause when I'm gone,
there won't be anyone who'll care.
Who will love you
and touch your hair.
Who'll say you're beautiful
and your eyes shine like stars.
There won't be anyone
noticing your scars.
And when I'm gone,
it won't be "we".
It will be just you
without me.
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
