Why ?
A Poem by Mournful Soul
- what was sed from myself tuh myself ws that i was dead, dead tuh myself. . .alot of times me, myself, and i wish i was dead, bt i got sme sort of comfort kno'n tht tuh myself i'm dead. . .alot of others find smewt of fear at the slightest sight of death, bt nt me. . .i welcome it, and i'll allow idt wen the time comes. . .i purposely wke up evrydy hope'n tht day is the day. . .now tht 16 years hve cme into play, none of the previous dys were the day. . .i wnder y, y wont i js end up n the sky, so high tht wn evryone speaks abt the greats of life i dnt hve tuh make auh sigh. . .i tryd askin the guy upstairs, evrytime i do i mke auh blnk stair at the sky. . .honestly idky im alive
© 2011 Mournful Soul
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Added on September 11, 2011
Last Updated on September 11, 2011
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