The Keepers Athenaeum

die.
die slowly,
painfully.
die screaming,
screaming his name.
die reaching for help,
reaching for him.
die with hope in your eyes,
and fear in your heart.
die calling for help,
crying for someone in vain,
and reaching for the nothing you know youll find…
alone and afraid, begging to be saved.
helpless
abandoned
wondering why….
let your stomach burn with guilt,
die with his name on your tounge
or dont.
i dont care,
as long as you hurt.
killed by a broken heart
my heart
choking on the pieces
and drowning in my blood.
alone
afraid
pitiful.
just die

This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 6th, 2005 at 4:06 pm and is filed under Jarody's Poems.