"The Right Choice"

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By Crimson_Tide915

Hearing the gun shots in the back of my head Remembering the past and how she was dead Drop to my knees and begin to plead To my Father above saying I am sorry I didn't mean to do it and it is the truth All I meant to do is protect her that noon But it didn't work and now I am crying In my little basement the rest of the night I can't go on with this very much longer So please take this guilt away so I can surrender All of these things in the back of my head Making me feel like I am dead I can't continue this life any more So I am going to end it before it gets worse So let me now go to my kitchen And grab the knife...wait a minute If I had done this it wouldent make me better So now I sit here and try to surrender All the things that I was about to do Could of ended my life all to soon I have more than this in my life So watch me now as I drop the knife Now I am happy that I made the right choice Look at me now I have a voice

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December 12, 2005 22:13malarni

very deep, interesting, good job :)