Emotions

[Rainstorm]

Another day here
Another shed tear
Those distant memories
Such a ghost of me.

How have I managed
To stay so alive
Yet also have drive
Myself to slowly die?
All those memories are ringing in my head
Would it be easier to kill myself instead?


My mind is a storm
My heart turned cold.
My hands are shaking
This is starting to get old.

The easy way out,
The slice of a knife.
Gunshot or noose
The eternal grave for my heart.



Not the best title or poem. =|