Death is real not a joke. <br />So why must <br />I keep myself <br />In a choke? <br /> <br />I popped the pills <br />Five at <br />A time. I see <br />The devil <br />So there’s my sign. <br />He takes <br />My hand and <br />Pulls me in. <br />This is not <br />My greatest sin. <br /> <br />Next thing I knew <br />I was in <br />A room where I <br />Couldn’t move. <br /> <br />I see my dad, I see <br /> My mom and they are praying <br />Sad, sad song. <br /> <br />I open my eyes <br />And they were gone. <br />The next thing I <br />See is my <br />Lifeless body. <br />I just stair <br />And see the ugly. <br /> <br />I just slowly start <br />To fade away. <br />And wonder why <br />I chose to die <br />This way.<br /><br />Nicole Rawls<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-is-real/
