Die

I want this pain to die

I want to just fly

Away from all these tears

And away from all my fears.

Maybe if I die,

Everything will be alright.

They say they will cry,

But I don't understand why.

Things would be better off

Without me always in their way.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. Never better with death. We never know the pain we create and the things we could of done. Sadness make us wish for negative things. Thank you for sharing the thoughts provoking poetry.
Coyote