Here it is:
A Slow Trip to Demise:
Don't be afraid,
Don't be worried,
I'm just tired of all this
s**t
and all the depression.
Please don't be scared ,
Don't be angry
This is just my trip to
demise.
Your eyes,
And smile,
And laugh, I miss
Much.
These eyes
I stare into arent yours,
and the way you used to look at me with,
I don't see.
This is my trip to
Demise and I
don't know why.
When I saw the flare,
I instantely died.
This
Empty feeling will never die.
When you turn to me,
I've felt like I lost
your eyes to the devil.
What the hell did she do to
make you like this?
I miss you,
in my trip to demise.
And I feel incomplete
and unworthy.
DAMN IT! WHAT DID SHE DO?!
What can I say
in my trip to demise,
you've changed the course,
and all I want now
is you.
But for some reason, this
empty feeling will
never cease.
I love you,
but you seemed too preoccupied.
Don't fret, in my heart,
I feel that you may have loved me
and might. I'm not sure.
Please don't be afraid.
I want you to be happy,
and I want to be with you.
It is all I honestly
want.
But for some reason,
this empty feeling will never cease
because I saw her ruin the night.
In my trip to demise,
In the soft trip to my demise,
I want to promise you,
I will never do what she did to you.
A slow trip to demise,
I feel death grip me,
like a guest univited,
but I know in my heart,
where the empty feeling feeds,
Somewhere deep down,
you may actually still see me too.
~Samantha Mikolajczak
Don't be afraid,
Don't be worried,
I'm just tired of all this
s**t
and all the depression.
Please don't be scared ,
Don't be angry
This is just my trip to
demise.
Your eyes,
And smile,
And laugh, I miss
Much.
These eyes
I stare into arent yours,
and the way you used to look at me with,
I don't see.
This is my trip to
Demise and I
don't know why.
When I saw the flare,
I instantely died.
This
Empty feeling will never die.
When you turn to me,
I've felt like I lost
your eyes to the devil.
What the hell did she do to
make you like this?
I miss you,
in my trip to demise.
And I feel incomplete
and unworthy.
DAMN IT! WHAT DID SHE DO?!
What can I say
in my trip to demise,
you've changed the course,
and all I want now
is you.
But for some reason, this
empty feeling will
never cease.
I love you,
but you seemed too preoccupied.
Don't fret, in my heart,
I feel that you may have loved me
and might. I'm not sure.
Please don't be afraid.
I want you to be happy,
and I want to be with you.
It is all I honestly
want.
But for some reason,
this empty feeling will never cease
because I saw her ruin the night.
In my trip to demise,
In the soft trip to my demise,
I want to promise you,
I will never do what she did to you.
A slow trip to demise,
I feel death grip me,
like a guest univited,
but I know in my heart,
where the empty feeling feeds,
Somewhere deep down,
you may actually still see me too.
~Samantha Mikolajczak
No, it isn't applied to anyone. When I'm depressed, I can come up with some pretty good lines. I must say this may be one of the best poems I may have written on a day like today.
Comments much appreciated.
