This is a collection of poetry written by yours truly, starting from when I was fourteen-years-old. Although some of it may not be good at all, it's what I thought had the right to be in this book. I hope you enjoy these poems and maybe give them some thought.
March 1, 2016:
I promise these poems get so much better more towards the end. The first half of this book is pretty bad, but it certainly gets better.
Letter To Everyone
To the boys I see walking down the street.
To the girls I see, together in their little clique.
To the friends I have, that don’t see the pain behind my eyes.
To the family that would surely break down if I were to die.
These are the people that we see each day,
The people that still go their own way.
If only they would listen and watch,
Then they’d surely turn their awareness up a notch.
The day I die,
Oh, the day I lie.
There on my bed,
Voices around me filled with dread.
They didn’t pay enough attention,
And so they didn’t have enough information.
But now I am dead,
May that fill their head.
They can wallow in their sorrow,
But they won’t see me tomorrow.
To The Death!
We're all going down,
But not without a fight,
We're no where to be found,
We've turned off all the lights.
In this darkness I'm hiding,
Hiding from you...
In this darkness I'm smiling,
Smiling 'cause you dont know who...
Who's gonna win this war?
We're fighting to the death!
No one is sure,
Who's going to die first.
Who started this war?
We don't know how...
How can you be sure?
'Cause we are winning now.