“I Can Count on You”

I can count on you

Dear friend

Fabled enemy.

You both hold the weapons

Which will kill me someday.

Everybody is screwed up

And everybody kills me

A little more when they kill each other

And hate each other

So much

That it’s hard to breathe.

A good friend would help me end this…

This lie of a life that I have.

A friend would know the emptiness I feel

And end it for me.

My enemy becomes my friend

When he shoots me in the back

In the name of his invisible deity.

“Oops, sorry!” He would say,

“I didn’t know you weren’t to blame for my problems.”

But I would smile and embrace him, saying,

“What you didn’t know was you’ve saved me.

Thank you, I love you.

And forgive me, for I was alive.

I was once happy with this empty shell

But I expected too much

And realized that

I can count on you

To slip the poison in my drink

To put the pillow over my face

And to stab me in the back

Just once more.

Then I can get down on my knees and pray

That I won’t ever come back.”

Yeah, I know I’ve posted this before. I had to edit something that I just noticed. I’m not telling you what it was though. ^__^

By the way, I’m not going to kill myself anymore… I’m too much of a coward to do that (jeez, don’t I have a lot of self-esteem?).

So please, review and tell me what you thought about my poem. It was very much fun writing it, even though I was suicidally depressed at the time. ^_____^

-QueSeraSera