DyingA Poem by WindsorWolf28Why is it different?
People die
Everyday So why was this Different for me? Oh yeah. Probably because this time I'm the one who's dying. They said death took people to a better place, One with no suffering That's a lie! I'm in pain, Suffering, Writhing, Again and again! I don't know what time this began, But please! Can somebody tell me when it will end? I feel I've been here For five hours or more, Where's my rescue? Or must I suffer more? They say dead people were happy to pass, That's also a lie. This isn't fun, This isn't comfortable, And I certainly do not enjoy this! I see people die very day, I even tell their families That they're in no pain. So why is it different this time? Oh yeah, Probably because This time It's Me. All I can think about Is the pain I can feel, The lasting pain! And wounds that will never heal! All I can think about Is the people I will leave, Why must they endure A world without me? Will anyone care? Now that I'm gone? Injured and alone, Laying with a frown I don't even know How long it has been? Where am I? What position am I in? This never happened before. I was perfectly fine when they walked out the door! All I can hear is my echoing screams, Tormenting me, haunting me With painful dreams. Please, Just let it end! Save me, My family, My friend! Please let me be saved, Please let me be okay. Just get me through this night! ...or maybe it's day? It's always different, When it's me. © 2014 WindsorWolf28Featured Review
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2 Reviews Added on March 28, 2014 Last Updated on March 28, 2014 AuthorWindsorWolf28Pasadena, MDAboutI'm a depressed person, that doesn't make me suicidal. I love to write. I hate math. I write mostly poetry and short stories. more..Writing
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