This is a poem I wrote when I was about 15, I was horribly depressed at the time, which I'm sure will be evident haha.
With nothing but a heavy heart to weigh me down
I plummet into the icy water, I drown.
What awaits me in the afterlife?
Will it be pleasurable? or am I in strife?
I was a good person 'til I died,
To my partner I never lied,
To be faithful I did always try,
I never would make her cry,
until now I suppose...
a state of shock I will impose
From her the tears will flow.
But I shall never know,
the hurt I have brought upon the ones I love.
but I will watch them from up above,
Unless I'm thrown out of the gates,
in which case hellfire awaits.
but I will be ready
in satans face I'll keep my voice steady.
I'll let him know what I'm all about,
right in his face I will shout
That I will be the one to contradict him,
and let him rip me limb from limb,
Because not even that could be as painful
as the life I lead, always shameful.
so with this death I will subdue,
the searing pain, death will rip through
and make it all better. That's my wish.
I know when im gone they will talk, call me selfish
But tell me, what would you do in this position?
would you, could you ignore deaths wonderful proposition?
Or would you continue on living?
Just giving and giving.
Waiting for your time to come.
Why? when you can be comfortably numb.
