Wonderiing And Waiting Poem by Pedro Rubio III

wondering and waiting, for the day to come, when it will finally be done, no more worries and no more sorrows, no more wondering whats gonna happen tomorrow? , wont have to keep asking why, wont have to keep on living this lie. so many times it has come close to coming, why is it that im still walking? shouldnt i be down six feet under? one with the earth were id be happier? it sucks that i wonder and say, why was it that i didnt die that day? and now, with all thats happing to me, why cant it be, that i just die, and let every one else live happily, without me, without having to think of or remember me, cant it be, that i just disappear, no one knowing, and no one caring, every one forgetting about me, forgetting the name, that brought most to shame, forgetting the name peter, even her. So now im just wondering and waiting. waiting for the day, when it all goes away, wondering if that day will come, when i lay to rest my head, and im half way to heaven and people finally realize that im dead