2AN:- I wrote this one pretty recently. Not the funnest time of my life but not the worst either.
Death of a broken soul.
Gazing out the broken glass
of my bedroom window
Thoughts of darkened tales ahead
Make me frown and shiver.
Suicide is still an option
of that I have to choose
Darkness is the life I see
Should I opt to end it?
As the wind's howl grew
and the shattered glass broke in
the tears falling down my face
Chose suicide to win.
As I picked up the rough glass
and brought it to my skin
the memories of my past
Started to flood in.
The pain that I had suffered
The pain I hat endured
Was to be the last thought
As I killed this battered soul.
My body falling to the floor
My soul emerging through
What was to be of this life?
I now wish I hadn't killed.
Thanks for reading people
Rach x