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Death's Enrollment

Poetry By: BornToWrite

Basically i was in a dark time when i wrote this poem. I made a lot of choices that were wrong and nobody was there for me to help me through it.

Submitted:Feb 14, 2013    Reads: 28    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


The silence in the room was deafening

All of my friends are dead to me

I have made my mistakes

But I have found out which of my friends were fakes

I sit in this room with a million thoughts in my mind

How could I have been so blind?

I look outside to try and clear my thoughts

In my stomach lies a million knots

All I have is my little brother

Along with my dad and my own mother

I am starting to feel deathly ill

I just want to lay here, and I want to be still

I am now deaths assistant

I no longer live in your existence

In death I have been enrolled

The barrel to my head was so very cold


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