Wow, this was VERY sad, and depressing read. :'( I did like it, though. It seemed happy, almost. Somehow. :P Maybe because he's finally not feeling unimportant and hurt. I feel happy that he's going to a better place, where those things don't exist. :)

I think that you mean, "so much present." instead of "presence."

:P Just something that I noticed. :)

I just loved the descriptions in this... "My smile grows as the blade dances... Blood traveled down my skin, staining it red."

Ah, it was such good imagery. :)

Avid. :) Repaying reviews... 2/3. Roadhouse. :)

This is a very nice, if not somewhat depressing poem. Its interesting to speculate the idea of finding peace after finally doing what one had longed to do for a while. I won't lie and say that I've never considered suicide, but I enjoy the idea that actually following through would bring one the long-desired peace. It had a very nice way with words and a good rythm, very well done.

This boy seems like he needed Jesus. I feel bad for him already. Wow. It's heart breaking. It hurt me just reading it to think death brings peace with suicide? Interesting Idea. Beautifully written for a noir peice.