The Angel made me surviveA Poem by AshleyI really enjoy this beautiful poem, I hope you feel the same.
After another fight with family about school and work
After friends ignored me for not being popular enough And after my lover lied and cheated I decided life is too much, I felt so beaten up I ran for miles, nervously biting my nails and lips until they bleed Ripping off my old jacket, facing the freezing weather I thought I would always be addicted to emotional and physical pain Until I finally stopped at this empty deserted gas station There was no one around, just the smell of gas lingered I took my small bag filled with 10 of my anti-depression pills Thinking I should just swallow them all because I forgot money In order to pay for anything else I lost my mind in the gutter, I was tired of being unwanted I stopped praying and gave up on life for awhile I thought if I ended my life my soul would ease I had those pills in my shaky frost bitten hands, all white and shiny Then a few fell on my shoes, I forgot I had two long shoelaces on I took those shoelaces off my shoes to tie a noose Thinking I can attach it to the broken bathroom ceiling While I get up on there by the filthy toilet seat I had everything ready to go I was tired of always being lonely, sorry and in a fight I just wanted to have my eyes closed forever And heart to stop beating To escape my real reality Before I decided to end my painful life I stared with my teary filled big brown eyes And quickly pounding bruised heart Into the dusty mirror In the reflection I seen a white image Thinking I was all alone I turned to look at the image I seen a picture of an angel standing in the doorway I seen a beautiful young child with a golden halo With sliver sparkly wings that were larger than her body Singing I should not end my life Because I have a gift to help others She sang while I cried my salty tears out I tried to put my arms around her for a hug But she vanished leaving me free with memories She sang the truth, my hero finally came to save me I thought I only had pills in my bag until my phone rang 41 missed calls I did not have the slightest idea that they loved me Nor cared this much about me I felt like I should stay here on earth with prayers to help My time is not up just yet I can cope with hope. © 2010 AshleyFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on October 22, 2010 Last Updated on October 22, 2010 AuthorAshleyNYAboutI love ~poetry/writing ~being funny ~dancing ~eating cheesecake ~listening to random music ~laughing ~helping ~yoga I am usually a nice person. If you help and comment on my writings, I w.. more..Writing
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