Please come through.

White frost blue sky’s as I count those lonely days that go by

Walking through the snow as the wind blows cold 

The color of your eyes was the spark of my life 

The way that you make me feel pushes me to those deadly  pills

When I look in the mirror I don’t see a familiar face and now I’m afraid 

I’m calling on you but you don’t come through 

Oh well what’s new

What the hell am I supposed to do 

You walked me into the flames then turned around and let me stay

You watched  as my life flashed by and you didn’t even say good bye 

What the hell do you expect me to do when I’m without you

I call on you but you never seem to wanna come through 

All the days that go bye could’ve been our last goodbye 

Just save that last breath to  watch my sad death 

You stopped and you stood there and I just watched you stare 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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CallmeDylan450

This is my first time coming out to say something. I did this out of a spur of emotions. My prom is about the woman in which gave birth to me. She has inspired my hatred for her. To this day I will never forget. 

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