Written in 1998
Come with me,
Don't be afraid,
Just take my hand;
We can go off
And die together
So we won't be alone.
You can call me a friend,
That's what I call you;
We think alike, you know,
And feel the same.
We can find a nice place,
Like a big forest
With trees going through
Their autumn change;
Or maybe we can go
Inside a big crystal cave
Behind a waterfall.
All these are good places
For us to die together.
At last we won't be alone.
We'll be together,
And have someone to say
Our final words to.
So take my hand, come along,
Don't be afraid to die;
We'll do it together.
Author notes
Believe it or not, this was actually published. The poem is really about just being alone. At this point in my life I felt very outcasted and alone in the world, seeing as I was the butt of everyone's jokes and didn't get much out of "the best years" of my life. The person in this poem I was speaking to was suppossed to be a made up twin of sorts.
Written February 27th, 2005
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This is beautiful. It is so filled with heartfelt emotion and saddness. I read you comment... give yourself and life some time. There is to be Much ahead before death. I can sense lonliness in these words and I hope that changes soon for you. Hugs, Penny
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Awww... This poem is so sad... It is very beautifully written though... I think it is a wonderful poem (although very sad)...
Hugs,
Beth -
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Erin, this is so deeply painful to read. Whatever you were going through when you wrote this must have been so much agony. I don't think I can even give a critique on a poem with such sadness. Good write. Hugs, Patricia
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