I always wondered,
What would have happened.
What if I got shot,
Instead on him.
Maybe I would have died,
But I could have lived.
I know its bad,
To dwell on the past.
Half the time,
Its the only happy thing.
I miss the old me,
Never being like this.
Im depressed all the time,
Staying inside away from the world.
I sometimes even wish,
I had died that night.
I always feel alone,
Even if I'm not.
I have a big hole,
Inside of me somewhere.
I think its getting bigger,
As life goes on.
Maybe one day,
I won't feel like this.
I just wish my guardian angel,
Would help me more.















Comments
i like the poem a lot
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<small> dave is my drug
its a proven fact.
Sometimes knowing yourself too much creates self-loathing.
Everyone has felt it.</small>
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