- Joined
- Jan 2, 2009
- Messages
- 927
- Reaction score
- 6
- Points
- 70
- Age
- 29
It's Your Fault.
Personally I like to write Poems more then Stories. But at a time when my Mom died and I now how a horrible prick of step mom. I thought about a way out of my sadness but I never turned to it. So during my "dark" times. I wrote this:
So many troubles
so many pains
so much blood runs through these veins
so many thoughts
so little time
so many marks on these arms of mine
so many tears
so many fears
so many lost
so many gone
just one bullet
just one gun
just one shot
and then ill be done
i was just one person
just one soul
you had just one chance
you hated me ,you ignored
you heard my cries
now it will be you fault
that my body dies
as it floats down
more miserably than before
i just wanted to let you know
So many troubles
so many pains
so much blood runs through these veins
so many thoughts
so little time
so many marks on these arms of mine
so many tears
so many fears
so many lost
so many gone
just one bullet
just one gun
just one shot
and then ill be done
i was just one person
just one soul
you had just one chance
you hated me ,you ignored
you heard my cries
now it will be you fault
that my body dies
as it floats down
more miserably than before
i just wanted to let you know