
| SuicidaL
Author: Definition I don't need pity, I need a Knife. [a poem based on my thoughts about suicide] See New Moon for a related topic.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Angst - Words: 266 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 2 - Published: 09-01-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2410144
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SuicidaL–
08.24.07
sometimes i tilt my
head up to the sky and cock it to the
side an inch or two
wondering if i could
just reach up and touch
the clouds, to stroke
them innocently with my
delicate,((ohsofragile))
fingers, to only
realize that they disappear the
moment they sense your
presence, to learn it the
hard way and to feel
the bitterness and
disappointment when
everything's gone and to know
that nothing will come
back, not ever, because
.nothinglastsforever.
pretending won't do
anything
not believing will help
to some extent
and to walk away,
is just wrong
say your farewells, say
goodbye,
this is the end of a
start, the beginning
of a finish line.
Life's tough, unfair,
just deal with it the
mindless crowds and disorientated mobs yell,
just deal with it!
Night after night, i
looked into the glass lake and
into my bronze eyes
(not gold)
and saw what i thought
i would find
just a little girl,
pretending it's all
alright
not believing the
obvious truth
a girl, who just wants
to close her eyes,
Walk away.
Time after time, i
looked into the cracked mirror and
into my broken, torn
heart
and saw what it was
trying to hide
a heart held together
by a
crude web of cheap
lies, that's all.
and
sometimes i tilt my
head up to the sky and cock it to the
side an inch or two,
wondering what i should
do in days like these
when i'm drowning all alone, in my
.own.little.world.
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