When the time comes and I take my last breathe.
I will not be scared when he comes for me.
For it is not the first time I've seen him.
I seen him once before all those years ago.
He told me it wasn't my time yet.
He told me I still had so much to see and learn.
He told me how I'd meet people who felt like me.
He told me how I'd be there to help others like me.
And he was right.
When my time comes and I take my last breathe.
I will sit there and wait for him.
It may seem scary to others when their time comes.
But not for me.
When he reaches a boney hand out to me.
I will smile and take it.
Because he's just an old friend.
That was there when I was at my weakest.
And helped me through it.
So I'll continue to live till my last breathe.
And when I see him again.
I will follow my old friend to the next life.
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Dark Poetry
Poetryjust some poems I wrote when I'm feeling low or in a dark place, my poems help me cope with my depression and other mental problems it also helps me from going all the way down in my dark times. these poems are dark, depressing and some have suici...
