I look around at my surroundings,
wondering when someone will find me.
Here I lay in this lonely, dark cave,
thinking about friends of the past.
I come to the same conclusion every time:
Friendship can never last.
Friendship is great while you have it,
but when it ends, all that you get is pain.
Why can't everyone just get along?
Why am I shut away in this lonely, dark cave?
Because everyone I ever loved is gone,
and there is no point in living anymore.
Why am I even wasting my time thinking about this?
I grab a knife and slit my throat.
Blood spills out, and I endure the pain
that doesn't even add up to my emotional strain.
My life flashes by, one more time,
before I can finally rest,
before I can finally die.
Author notes
*Written on 12-20-2005
A contest entry
- Options & Reasons & Excuses by Naridill.
1400 points, ended April 10, 2007, 21 entries
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I found this poem weird. I do like it. I just feel it is akwardly written, if you know what I mean. The words flow well. I like the ending. A good way to end.
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