Non-Existant
 

 
My life is a mess
I just can't take it no more.
How do I stop crying,
How do I make things better,
when all I want to do is die and get it over with?

How do I hold on
when all my strength is gone?
In my mind, I see a better place,
Death!

Death is better then living
in a world where I am non-existant anyway!
Death is better then wanting to be loved
but not being loved.
Death to me is like sleeping forever,
your mind at peace, your body relaxed,
no more problems, to me, death is better!

My family will go on,
My so-called friends will find others,
The memory of me will fade,
as will the sound of my voice.
The scent of my perfume will
be lost in the wind.
I will be non-existant,
As I always have been.

By Silkee

© 2008 Silkee (All rights reserved)

 

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