Your Choise

January 23, 2009
By Romina luke, Clawson, MI

My eyes are getting heavy
My breath is getting cold
My heart is slowly stopping ,
and I have no one to hold .
My memories fade away,
With every word I try to say .
My soul is in a lot of pain ,
Pain I can’t explain.

I did stupid things,
Things I now regret,
I wish I could just go,
and take it all back.

As I sit here bleeding and crying.
I realize If I had made better choices
I wouldn’t be here
painfully dieing.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem with the idea that Life is to short to take it for granted.

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