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Murdering Himself

With no emotion, you turned your back.
Casting me aside, never looking back.
I lost you within your forbidden addictions.
And then found you again when I was found in the same situations.

But I couldn't stand to kill myself, the way you slowly were.
And so I tore away form the needle's addictive lure.
Now I just sit and watch you slowly slip away.
The words you need to hear, I’m simply just to scared to say.

I’ve began to realize
No matter how much I fantasies
Every time I see you, now, it's true
You'll never be the father I once knew.

You’re once proud stance, now a pathetic shell.
I can't stand to see how the mighty fell.
With every shot you take in
I feel the horrible sin

My Hero is now gone
What's left is only con
Believing the worlds always against you
You dismiss the values you once knew

I watch from afar, a coward, never confronting
Others tend to witness that my soul is always hurting
But until I learn to be strong
Your addiction will keep pulling you under until you're fully gone.

With every lonely moment your mind is fading.
I sit alone waiting
Soon it will be over and you will be gone
But what will I do without my dad, of which I am so fond.

My protector from the night
Completely consumed by his own fright
Soon the poison he puts into his system will kill
A murder by his own hand, commanded by his own will.  

Author notes

I'm a teen
and this is a Angst poem
Written April 6th, 2004

A contest entry

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