Shadows Death

A poem written when i was 16, im 29 now. shadows death is the grim reaper.

I see the shadows of death lurking near, slowly creeping forward moaning in misery ever so silently but clear. 

I envision him in my dreams telling me my time is almost near but where is the light at the end of the tunnel. 

where is my guardian angel? 

I've seen my death and how i am suppose to die, and the sight is anything anyone would want to see. hell's gates will soon open for me. 

i have seen my tomb stone and what it will read, i m too young to die at seventeen. 

i feel victim to another sad statistic of a child's life gone wrong. 

The world has declared me insane. i want to take you to my heart to show you all that's left, the pieces that remain. misery loves company is what everyone says, but my misery has no  company just the smell of hell.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems,

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[Holly]

I think maybe I died this same way when I was a teenager.
Sometimes I wonder about the person I should've been, but instead I stay awake nights remembering the bull crap that went wrong and why I am the way I am.
I wonder which person is better.