Just death..

A poem i wrote in class.

My mind, allready taken away.

By who? I dont know.

But it died, years ago.

My body, wanting to do the same.

To just give up on life.

Aching for death.

But why?

Why do i want it?

There are people that say they care about me.

But thats who i am, i care about them.

But i wish i was different.

I wish my body followed my mind.

I wish that i am confinced.

That i want to live again...

Reviews

[shoepolish]

i really like this one. I'm a big fan of writing in class too. Mostly in algebra. theres something about fazing out in a rooomfull of people and not having to be embarrassed that entices thoughts and the imagination. sometimes i wish so much that i could do everything over. start on a fresh piece of lined paper. and write whatever comes to mind