|With Love, Suicidal
Author: Vamp-fan1987 PM
This, in my opinion, is maybe one of the best things I've written. i don't really know how to summarize any of my poems, sorry. But I was just sitting there, picked up the pencil, and this is the finished project.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 189 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 01-28-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2468885
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This is what I think is the best thing that I've ever written. You can think differently, but this is my proudest peice of work.
When those come to pass
from love or from care,
you can't fill the space
that once was there.
For those supposedly close,
space has come between;
and bonds keeping together
are no longer seen.
Words feel hollow,
and break like glass-
Looks break the heart,
for they are insensitive and crass.
So now I wonder where I went wrong,
How suddenly I no longer belonged.
Blood of the heart
and blood of the soul
stain the mind that once was whole.
And now as I see my body falling apart,
and I bid the last few goodbye,
the last in my heart.
And as cool autumn air empties my lungs for the last,
my life is now something part of the past.
I now bid you my final farewell,
what's next for me I can not yet tell,
as into the depths of Hell I fall,
my life now ended, once and for all.