Walk Away
My arms are shivering, they cramp from the cold,
My mind is awake, my soul sold.
Peer pressure – I crumble
I see myself tumble,
Down and down and down,
The drugs take me there,
Crown, crown, crown,
I long for a life on top.
I chose an age to die,
In silence I cry
For my mother,
Oh mother, oh mother
What have I done?
The scars won’t go away,
I lie awake while, thru tears I pray
“Dear God, we haven’t spoken in a while,”
I mock them openly – but secretly read the Bible
You find peace in the cemetery,
Comfort and security…
I need so much, a needy one I am,
This poem is for you, my nimble minded guide,
My downfall will be my love and pride,
Watch me stroll away,
As I silently pray…
“Dear God, please take me away,”
I hurt them so much,
Don’t make me stay.
by Mianca
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