Watching a person die...
it isn't a pretty sight
you see the life slowly drian out of them
till they're just a pike of muscle, skin, and bone

First is a loss of energy then comes the vacant eyes...
that's the worst part...
when you look into their eyes and see... Nothing

They say the eyes are a view of the soul...
so does that mean they're souls are lost when they die?

Slowly they fade away till nothings left
unless they try to hold on
Why do people do that...
they think they're helping ease the pain if they hold on.

But it doesn't help
the pain still comes like a hurricane
crashing onto your perfect little island
you see the clouds rolling in and you think nothing of it till

BAM!!!

The rain pelts your body, wind whips your face
waves crash on the shore, the volcano erupts
your perfect little world is DESTROYED!!

Then comes the calm... The eye of the storm

You sit in your room alone
and wait till everyone is out of the house...
then you cry,
You cry and you cry and you cry
till there's no possible way to cry anymore

But you don't let anyone know how you feel
cuz if they knew, they'd feel pity
and you don't want pity
you want them BACK!!

You have dreams of them at night,
till your dreams turn into nightmares
of them dieing again
- but in your arms...

You don't sleep anymore...

You don't sleep
don't eat
don't feel...
you turn empty and cold
- like your dieing.

But the world isnt that kind...



this is one of the first poems i've written. some say they think it sucks, some have said they like it. i'd like your opinion. ^_^ this was written for a friend who commited suicide. RIP