The way the window opened
when she saw it in her eye.
A mile away and safe to say
it wanted her to die.
She had not touched the window pane,
and still it called to her.
It was all that she could do to
deny such a tantalising urge --
Upon her bed of wrought iron,
white curtains billow in the breeze.
Room mostly void of colour,
as in her heart, as her eyes pleased.
Staring vacant to the distance,
skin pale, black hair limp and diamond eyes...
view peppered with mountain ranges,
tongue only spouting lies...
Adorned in black, embracing death
was how she lived her days.
If she didn't take the leap,
she'd be against all she says.
Not wanting to be a 'pussy',
little miss zombie shuffled forward.
Soon she was upon the window ledge,
then the ground tumbled toward.
She had to embrace death
to prove something to herself.
But you're the biggest ** pussy,
if you forfiet life and health.
For nothing.
Dicks.
Author notes
I know it isnt philosophical exactly, but it has a point...
Now here's my whinge: (there is swearing)
I hate the people who want to prove things to other people and themselves, and so wither themselves away and 'embrace death' when it isnt, its just fucking continuous moping
DaMN it -
EVERYONE HAS PROBLEMS and YOUz think they're PUSSIES for NOT wanting to CUT THEMSELVES UP ABOUT IT?!!!!!!!!FUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And if you think the only thing you can control is your food intake
YOUR FUCKING STUPID! NOTHING IS BEYOND YOUR CONTROL!!!
If your parents suck, fuck them over not yourself. That's the fuckin martyrs way out and EVERYONE HATES SELF PITEOUS LOSERS COZ YOUR LOSERS!!!!
And that's my rant.
Sorry, omg OPEN YOUR EYES YOU MOTHER FUCKIN PANSIES --
those dumbasses will pay.
Sorry bout all the swearing.
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Well the poem is good, but your opinion could use some work. There is a thing called mental illness and some people don't choose this their brain just doesn't work right and all they need is some help and understanding
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Good poem.
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i know what you mean.... but i can't hold it against them... i used to be like that... but at least i had the sense not to top myself... nice write
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