Death from a Lover’s Memory
That’s it, i’m done, no more trying
I’m sick of all this fucking lying
You finally drove me completly insane
And now my life will continue in pain
I hope your happy with what you’ve done
Cause now its tme to finish my run
With this gun i hold to my head
I’ll die right here lying on my bed
The cuts on my wrists were just the start
Only to destract the pain in my heart
And now i’m finally done with it all
My brains will splatter all over the wall
And in the morning my body will be found
Screams of terror will be the only sound
And in my hand there is a note
The reason i did it is what i wrote
For on that night one year ago
My heart took a tragic blow
As i witnessed my lover’s death
For she too pulled the trigger on her final breath
This poem was submitted by Cory Wood.
(Be the first one to rate!)
Loading ...
Email this poem to your friend
Related Poems
- Death is a woman
- Good Bye my Brother
- Goodbye my brother
- Black death, Dark Night
- Death And Peril
- Death
- Death
- Little Death
Erm, your poem, it touched me, there’s just something about it.
I have quite a personal question, however, if you do not wish to answer then, fair enough, I just wondered whether or not this was true..[??]
thank you for the reply Stav, and no this is not a true event , i don’t cut my wrists at all. I just came up with this one night. It came mostly from a life of being lied to, made fun of, and being put down.