The clock on the wall

Ticks no more

Frozen in place

No longer makes a face

Just sits on the wall

As useless as me

To the rest of the world.

I've tried so hard

To tell you you what I feel inside

And none of you took me seriously

Or maybe you did

And I'm just too blind to see

Outside the rings of my pain.

My mind has closed

The doors are shut

The words are no longer

Free to flow out

Onto the paper

Or through the keyboard

To my computer.

I've said all I came to say

And I hold no regrets.

The time we had together

Was worth every second of my pain.

Do not cry for my

Demise

But celebrate

My eternal existence.

I dip the metaphorical quill

Into the inkwell of blood

One last time

To say these last words

This

Is

MY poetic SUICIDE

A/N: For reasons I'd rather not explain, dealing with family, friendships, relationships, and life in general, I am leaving fictionpress behind. I assure you, there is a possibility that it will not be forever…but if it is, I'd like to thank all of you who read and reviewed and enjoyed my work. I'm sorry I won't be around longer to give you more. Special Thanks to 29 special people:

daughterofsatansycooutcas

KosherPig

RoseFairy2005

Lunaermoon

Tangle Elftree

tons of fun

the matrix has me

Ami4

PinkDaydreams

chaotic-collide

WiltingBlackRose

Blonde Pixe On A Silver Rose

krazykat751

Demolitiongal

Ed the Roach

paintedluv

MeAgAiNsTtHeMuZic44

PatronSaintOfEverythingWierd

HauntedMisery

Shiva the destroyess

JenniferMDepp

Crystal Alakne

AbstractMind-md

Element-of-Darkness

IcyWindShine

really-chilly

Ecryptic

GoldenPhoenixSong

Greg Schumaker

Especial thanks go to WiltingBlackRose without whom I'd probably never have made it this far….Thanx babe….I'll talk to you soon…..

Goodbye all….