What happen to me

somewhat a true story..

the voices running through my head

as i take another shot.

&& the more i take

the more your memory starts to fade.

 

after a couple more shots

and a few hits

i no longer feel your touch

and hear your voice.

 

but now im laying on the ground

with mascara running down my cheeks

and my head pounding faster

my breath is getting shorter

the light is coming my way

 

i wake up and the room is white

there is no one to be seen

but as i look down i see

a funeral being held

for the death of me

 

There are people crying

there the ones i love

i see my best friend giving a speech

and now all i wonder.

what has happen to me?

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[I love you; just not to..]

seee, well all go through this. and its get hard but we deal, and the past make us stronger. and we learn from our mistakes and we learn who will alway be there and who wont.
but i really like this poem, its good. great job .

[peace SiGN./index DOWN.]

i like this poem.
i like how you put the scenery out like that.
i like how you ended it.
overall just a great poem.

nice job.