death by me
Death by megan
Death is feeling like you're living a life in vain
Death is not caring about feeling any pain.
Death is misery in a cold locked up place
Death is a harsh cold wake-up slap in the face.
Death is alone when everyone else has a life
Death is contemplating that friendly kitchen knife.
Death is not having that everyday will to go on,
Death is that voice that tells you, you are already gone.
Death is wanting to sleep and never ever come back,
Death is finding that hole and slipping through the crack.
Death is hell, with screaming, with that feeling that you're prey.
Death is hating life, living, and death is here today.
Death sounds really good right now, but i do feel a step ahead.
Why am i talking about dying when i'm already dead?
ok now keep in mind that was just a poem. just an expression of feelings, but i'm not going to take any action. just a poem...