Comments and constructive critisism would be nice...
And I am 12 so I don't know if that makes a difference at all.
One of the shorter ones I wrote.
&I think it sucks.
Where is all the comfort when you need it the most
As I lie in this hospital bed as white as a ghost
Although I cannot speak I am calling out for help
Thinking of all the memories I left sitting on the shelf
I feel these are my last words, Words I will never say
I am tired of my empty life passing me day by day
Never again will I see the sunshine
Never will I see the rain
Never again will I feel this horrible pain
I need to force just one more smile
I need to draw just one more tear
For these are my last words, Words I will never say
Before my life drifts away.
2007-10-06
16:10:36
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