What If?

What if I died tommarow, would you care? would you even notice that I wasn't there? Would you laugh or would you cry? Would you, yourself want to die? Would I mean as much to you, as you did to me? If I died would people see? Would people cry and grieve for me? Will I lay lonely underneath the ground? Or will my soul be set free without a sound? I don't know so should I try? Or Should I stay here and should I just cry....

By, Ashley

Love and Pain

Love is when your dreams are real, when you always have somthing good to feel. Somthing deep down in your soul, somthing that you cannot describe,nor control.

But when that feeling comes to an end, it feels like your heart cuts and bends. Its like your on a search for you own life. All you can think about is grabbing that knife.

 But when that blade is near your wrist, In your mind comes a list, A list of promises you once made to yourself.

As you place the knife down, its like your life is turned all around. You think back to the life you had and how happy you once were before, And then you realize you dont need the pain anymore...

By, Ashley

Eating Away

I't feels like somthing is eating me alive, cannot see,no will to thrive. This evil is hungry and I'm its feast. Who could have unleashed such a beast?

 Windows are shattered, walls are gone, I haven't felt this way in so long. This evil is rising, its consuming has just begun, I'm about to reach for my fathers gun.

It eats me alive slowly but violent and as the bullet fires im driven so silent..I lay in the ground, blood everywhere, so all I know will be in dispair.

By, Ashley (little help from someone else..just a bit..)

 End with shame

As i'm being swept away, here on this bed I lay, dark, lonely, empty and cold. As I stay staring at the ceiling my feelings unfold. I know what I want and that is the end. I can no longer stay here, no longer pretend.

Here next to me sits a bottle of pills and a glass of rye. This may not work, but I'll give it a try. Now I'm filling my mouth full of pills and drinking my very last drink. Suddenly my eyes turn a pale pink and I remember seeing the light, as a lovely angel whispered "good night" and when I awake in a hospital bed, I no longer wanted to be dead. I tried to yell for someone to revive me, but nothing came. Now I'm being taken by that angel, and feeling nothing but shame.

By,Ashley