Bianca McCowat Poetry

Sometimes I’d like to end it all
Just to heal the pain.
Sometimes it seem useless
To walk through the rain.

Other times I’m thinking;
It’s not all that bad.
Other times it seems
So silly to be so sad.


Sometimes I reluctantly wish
To collapse onto the ground.
Sometimes I dream about
Dying with no one around.

Other times I envision
Myself within your arms.
Other times id believe
You’d bring me to no harm.

Poet: Bianca McCowat