24 Hours Poem by Petra Soliman

As i sit up my bed,
Just woke up from another nightmare,
Living a misery,
And i'm all alone,
No one to call,
No one to go to,
No one,
I have a drink,
And sit down with myself,
The TV won't work,
I get mad,
I go try to play my guitar,
But i have no talent no more,
I get upset,
I look at old pictures, old friends, old family,
My heart can't take this pain,
I run up to the roof,
I stand still and think to myself,
Will this be easy on me?
Will i die feeling pain still?
Will i be a ghost or burn in hell?
And questions fill my head up,
I take a step forward,
I take a look down, i see the ground below me,
I look up at the sky, i see a beautiful world up there,
And i can feel the suicidal impulses,
But i'm scared,
I haven't seen the best of life yet,
I've only seen the worst of it,
I want to step back, but its pushing me,
And no one is trying to stop,
Will this be fun?
Will this make them realise how hurt i was?
Will this even correct my mistakes?
Somehow, i know the answers,
But i can't grab them.

In 24 hours they'll be laying flowers on my life,
No one taught me how to stand strong on my own,
And no one knows i grew up with no love,
I survive day by day,
Just to be a believer in love once again,
Or to hear him say those tormenting words?
And his eyes says love was never true nor will it be,
Im sick of it,
I'd rather jump off right now and be free from his chains,
And get away from a cold lonely world.