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Gone


Contemplating so many different scenarios They just keep popping in my head I can't take the pain anymore Nobody cares Nobody loves me No one will ever understand As my face falls into my hands Looking up at the ceiling As this over whelming feeling Creeps over me I can't wait any longer I'm doing it now I put my final letter on the table Mom, I'm sorry I couldnt be everything you wanted George,I'm sorry I made your life difficult I open the bottle And pour the pills onto my hand I put them in my mouth and swallow As I lock my door and turn out the light I lay my head to the pillow I can feel it now I'm closer than I thought I hear footsteps Then pounding at the door No, their home to early I'm fading now My vision is blurred The light is dimming The door bursts open The last thing I see are my mom and George They're crying The terrified look on my little sisters face I'm almost gone I open my mouth and whisper "I'm sorry. I love you guys" I take my last breath I'm gone
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