December 2, 2011
Some people would call me straight crazy if they knew about what i had planned.
Though they wouldn't have been able to stop me.
so...here i wait.
I wait for you to drive up.
Sitting still with the rope in my hand.
The knot is final no looking back.
My vision is already blurry.
As a reflex my knee twitches and kicks the empty bottle.
I look at the clock though i didn't comprehend the time.
I still know that somehow the timing is wrong.
Waiting for you to see me die.
Emotions begin to crush me so i start to cry.
Cry for all the pain you put me through...pushed me away but all i wanted was you.
I see no other way out i argued with myself.
Waiting just waiting.
Waiting on my death.

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RedFeather said...
Jan. 13, 2012 at 9:45 am
Wow. I've felt like this before, but I'm really glad that I got over it and moved on (more or less). This is a very relatable and emotional poem, great work.
NightGoddess17 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 1, 2012 at 12:41 pm
wow, this is beautiful! its so relateable! i lovethis!!! its so good, great job!!!
WhiteWings said...
Jan. 1, 2012 at 12:38 pm
Thank you. I just want people to know that I too have been through.
BreakingBrooke said...
Dec. 9, 2011 at 3:11 pm
holy freaking helll......thats EXECTLY how i feel. ive never been able to say it as well as that
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