The Poem With No Title

He was lying on the floor,
He didn’t know what he was dying for.
All he did in life was try to survive,
But he didn’t get a chance.
Before his world came crashing down.
Now he drowns in his own blood.
The sorrow capturing him.
He doesn’t know how to escape.
What he is in now.
So he looks out the nearest window,
Trying to figure out,
What he did, To deserve,
His death.

So he wondered some more.
If he could ever be so much more,
But it’s too late now.
He was gone forever,
Away from the world.
It’s over, He’s gone now,
And he still didn’t know what he did wrong,
He never will, not anymore,
Everynight he cant look at the stars,
And everyday he cant see the sun.

He lays now,
In a dark room filled with his blood,
He’s gone, but he knows,
He’s still in everyones heart.
Cause he will, never be,
Torn apart.

Reviews

[Jami Nicole]

This actually reminds me of a song.....

[Amber-The-Panda]

I really like the raw emotion you put into this. You can feel the agony.
Overall good write!

[Emma Lee]

There is a dude named Mathew Scott in my Algabra class O.o

But, it's a good poem. It's deep and alot better then my two *Cough cough* But it brings me back to having the urge to cut. =.=

Love Emily

[Jami Nicole]

O.o

Ish good. :)