Why ?

Why ?

A Poem by Mournful Soul

- what was sed from myself tuh myself ws that i was dead, dead tuh myself. . .alot of times me, myself, and i wish i was dead, bt i got sme sort of comfort kno'n tht tuh myself i'm dead. . .alot of others find smewt of fear at the slightest sight of death, bt nt me. . .i welcome it, and i'll allow idt wen the time comes. . .i purposely wke up evrydy hope'n tht day is the day. . .now tht 16 years hve cme into play, none of the previous dys were the day. . .i wnder y, y wont i js end up n the sky, so high tht wn evryone speaks abt the greats of life i dnt hve tuh make auh sigh. . .i tryd askin the guy upstairs, evrytime i do i mke auh blnk stair at the sky. . .honestly idky im alive

© 2011 Mournful Soul


Author's Note

Mournful Soul
Please rate & comment .

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

131 Views
Added on September 11, 2011
Last Updated on September 11, 2011

Author

Mournful Soul
Mournful Soul

St. Louis , MO



About
I'm 16 & a young poet more..

Writing
ABORTION ABORTION

A Story by Mournful Soul


Pain Pain

A Poem by Mournful Soul