Haunt. Date: Sunday, 3rd April 2011 @ 09:10:53 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: marlenarawrxd Dying isn't an option, at least that's what they say, And yet I wonder if you'd be bothered as I slowly rot and decay. Until then I sit and ponder where I should really be, In the hospital or six feet under, it's clear that home is not the place for me. This is all your fault, You've really done it now. They all want me to be happy, but how? Tell me how. Just up my medication, and we'll hope for the best, But in the end, you're the only thing that could stop this pain in my chest. I hope you're happy dear, I really, truly do, Because lord knows when I die, I plan on haunting you. This poem is Copyright © marlenarawrxd Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=165650