Leaving all behind

• Stefania Loche, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2007

I never thought that it could get so much worse,
Death’s door is closer and I just keep on walking forward.
The only thing that goes through my head is to give up all and die,
Oh how many times I’ve wished something happened
and that I would leave this world behind.
Each day I suddenly start to fall slowly out of grace,
Up and down I walk in thought with a fast unsteady pace.
Faster now I start to pace but it seems to go so slow,
I can no longer take this hurt and pain I just feel like letting go.