Poem By Jormarie Nogue
SiTTinG oN TH3 BathRooM FlooR
iT's Cold as Usual.My h3ARt is Beating
& All i waNT RIght NOW Is to stOP BreathinG
My h3ARt has Ached for So lONG...
& nOW all I am DoinG Is HURTING..
tHIS PAIn is ComiNG O SO fast..
I continue to tak3 MY only waY Out. Lik3 I alwayZ DO..
3xcept this TIm3 i can't sToP CryinG.
whY IS IT TAKing soo lOng? ?
Making the paiN SEEp throuGH AND RuN DOWN my SKin..
It ALMost Appears black as my eyES LighT up! !
As i deciD3 to go d33per.. & nOW IM at mY LASt PoINT.. My memoRI3S OF pAin all FLOAT away.Until the lighTS WENT oUT AND 3verything went bLANK.. iTS SAD noOn3 undersTands how i F33L... BECause i hide it BEHind teaRz of Laughter!
mY ACTioNS LED m3 to COntinU3 What i do besT........