Goodbye (My last poem)
When I was younger I once said that I'll die
by my own filthy hand.
such a foolish notion they claimed,what a lie
but actually their words are proven false at the end.
Pressure,so much and so constant,I think I lived.
I feel the pain.I don't think I have to cry
like all these other desperate moments,When I grieved.
I am ready,so goodbye.
I don't know how I'll stop it all.
but I will do it today.
I have studied my role,
Death is just another play.
Beauty,you never blessed me with your presence
even if I so insisted and chased you.
I never secured any of your essence
but I never hid,I stayed true.
Oh!You think God will forgive me?
I redeemed my sins,which weren't few.
will the angels let it be?
Will they be angry if they learn all these things I used to do?
Mother,I am sorry.I am coming.
We'll meet if I go to hell.
I return home,I'm done roaming
and bearing all these thoughts I cannot tell.
I see the thriving garden of the world,fleshy flowers bloom.
Maybe,I can stay a bit longer just to enjoy some shallow days.
but these intoxicating dreams,sealed under the sheet of gloom
leave me no choice,but to be tied by this black lace.
A razor makes it so theatrical.I always loved the color red
It's funny 'cause once I said I'm not the suicide type
while banishing dark lyrics in my troubled head.
But Now it's harvest time and I think I'm quite ripe.
Soon I'll dive into the sun
of salvation at last.
free from any worry and possesive man.
I will be nothing more than a face of the past.
Don't accuse me,it's not murder,no it's not.
It's a privigege,a gift to myself.
Young or old,it's al the same when we rot
but if you want blame my mental health.
So goodbye,there is no lover to embrace me.
None to take the devil away from my wrist.
I only wish for you to open your mind and see
and make sure that I will be missed.
For if I shall remain a memory,which is all I wish for.
I want my words to be rembered,deared
and spread way,far outside this iron door
I want you to understand,these words raw and feared.
Goodbye.
my last words before I die.
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So
So before you go
I feel that I must say,
it's easier to end your life
than live within the day.
Words that will be said of you
will not be ones of praise.
They'll talk about the mess you left
or your alcoholic haze.
Die if you must, end your life,
but think about this thought.
God does not inflict our sins
we'll reap from what we've wrought.
PS. You will find sympathy in the dictionary between shit and syphilis
good bye and good luck
Ron
The only time I look down on another is when I am bending to help them up.
Hey!
why such words?Relax!
First of all,I'm not dying!I just feel quite crappy and thanks to you even crappier.
I wrote this poem to express these self destructive feelings and rest my head!
and what you type?
"You will find sympathy in the dictionary between shit and syphilis"?
thank you very very bloody much!
#Your faithful murderous lolita#
I have done what I set out to do
changed your emotions from self destruction and away from yourself ,re-directing it to someone else.
Please go read my poem I just posted "a letter to a suicidal fool". It has many answers to your questions and feelings. PLus you are not alone in how your feeling and thinking.
The only time I look down on another is when I am bending to help them up.
I enjoy this poem
and obviously people do not comprehend that you can write about this kind of subject matter without actually planning to take your own life. That is what poetry is about! Anyhow, suicide is definitely a touchy subject and instead of putting people down, SPREAD AWARENESS! I think you have conveyed the feelings of a suicidial person well in this piece. Bravo!
possessed by the spirit to share
thank you very much:)
im glad you enjoyed it and even more glad you didn't make rude comments.
thanks again.
#Your faithful murderous lolita#
write for yourself.
You get used to it if you stay here. Some "older" members can be very picky about what poems they will praise and which they will put down. There's no happy medium. If you write about a fluffy white cloud though they'll love you! Write for yourself, and be ready for negative people. I'm sure you know, there are more negative one then positive ones.
"I don't care about your scale,
or how high I weigh in.
I can be as light as a feather,
but I'm damn good with a pen."
~ SheaRyhai (c) 2009
So
now I am an 'older" member hahaha I do choose who I read but I try to be honest. I am sorry if what I posted earlier came off as being rude, it wasn't intended to be. I think it all came out in the wash :)
ron
The only time I look down on another is when I am bending to help them up.