Cold and blue
Body bags
Filled
Drowned, frozen, dead
Red/blue lights flash
Tears fall from my lidded eyes
Down, down
Hitting you with a splash
I hold you close for the last time
You’re ripped away
Down to the morgue
Empty
Without
I’ll try
I know it won’t work
Soon I’ll be with you
Passing on
I’m missing
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Passing
I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that i’m ready to leave. The only thing that keeps me here is the responsibilities I feel I owe my family. I’m 19 years old, and the only boy in my family. 2 sisters and my single mother. So you can imagine the huge amount of pressure I’m under to succeed. We have always been broke. Growing up my mother had many boyfriends come and go, many of them physically abusive toward her and me. (never my sisters though). As a child growing up I had Enormous potential, I’m extremely intelligent, there’s no denying as I have […]