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Crying


The tears fall fast and silent on my face. Oh how I wish for someones comforting embrace. I just want to be free & fly. They tell me to do so, I must die. I slowly look up at the gleaming knife. You can do it, they encourage me, You can take your life. I plunge the knife deep into my vein. But I'm far too gone to feel any pain. But suddenly i realized my life was great. But by then it was far far too late, for I had reached my eternal fate. Is that me, I see down there in that pool of blood? I float higher and higher, and my silent tears starts a flood. I look down to say my final good-bye, Just then my mother comes in, and i begin to cry. Wait! This isn't what I asked for! I just wanted to finally feel something more. The voices start making their mocking laughter, For they finally got their happily ever after. I realize now, that this is some sick con. But sadly, I am far too gone. As I hit my finally stage of eternal sleep, My mother begins to softly weep. Goodbye, my sweet beautiful mother. Someday, I know you'll love another. Goodbye, my sweet family & friends. I love you all, and I know we will meet again. Oh how I wish this was all pretend, Sadly, I have reached my doomed end.
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