Last Minute
I'm going to drown myself
in the ocean of my tears.
I will close my eyes forever
and let darkness engulf me.
I'm locked in a room
where there is a bomb
and in just a minute
it will explode including me.
There's no way to get out of here.
I wouldn't dare to escape anyway.
I'd rather wait for my ending
for I'm already tired of living.
I'm sorry myself for doing this.
I know it's not the right decision
but it's already my last choice.
Forgive me self for doing so.
Few more seconds to count
and I'll be forever gone.
In five, four, three, two, one,
"Goodbye, cruel world."
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Fiction And Reality Blends | Book Of Poetry
PoetryPoems are written because of experiences and imaginations where knowledge and feelings unites. -BlueCryztalz The words used maybe simple but they create a deeper meaning when combined. Why did I wrote these poems? For what? Maybe to inspire others...
