The cynic woke up again
Where is my fortunate future?
Where do my fortune days lie now?
I remember walking down those days of summer
When light was no more illuminating my skin
Hugging myself with thick clothes
As no warmth was allowed to be given to me
The memories of the sun are unknown for my eyes
The rainbow was monochrome like life
I see your laughter, your misery and mine
I extended my hands and got pointed stones
A taunting hand faces me after every corner
The punk lifestyle made sense
After the only love I could get
Were thankless, sleazy hands like worms against me
Nobody wanted the present
The moon failed to teach me the ways
And like exposed bruises, my curse
My disease was displayed to the world
Blaming me for Africa and Cancer
Why was I ever born?
I'm not Jesus for bearing your sins
My hardened core wanted to stand again
But, like a mayfly, uncertain is the date
Of when the paralysis occurs, burying me
Into the celebration day of all the world
I'll make you feel good
I had to dose myself with euthanasia
My body will numb, my mind will numb
I closed my eyes to the denial of you
You procreated your own sins in me
And naked, I could only face the blades
Of your guilt made mine by flesh
You won't remember me walking down those days of summer
When the harsh raindrops were moistening my skin
Hugging myself with a black wood case
Warmth and celebration are welcome now
Author notes
A suicide note... I guess I'll write another once I get in a better (Note: Worse) mood.
By Kyo-N.
A contest entry
- Suicide Note by newnoakua.
700 points, ended August 6, 44 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Well... it's a very nice piece. But I didn't exceedingly enjoy it, and it wasn't precisely what I was looking for in my contest. I'm sorry, it was still a good piece.
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I am sorry to say i didn't paticulary like it. I had a hard time reading it. It was interesting. SOrru to be a negative nancy, but i am just speaking my thoughts. I am going to remove it from my contest just so taht i can have an entry with a fighting =chance.
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amazing
You make me want to enter this contest just for the simple privilege of losing to you. A really great poem...cant say much in detail as anything I would say would be an understatement.
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LMAO so much for words being able to kill the frustation in a rabid soul! 
Don't get inspired by Nozomu Itoshiki-san who knows you might find your Fuura too!
(referring to Sayonara Zetsubo Sensei)
"You procreated your own sins in me
And naked, I could only face the blades
Of your guilt made mine by flesh"
That was really intense, rather than killing myself I wanted to kill whoever it was that did this to me!
I guess, this just goes to show that I'll never be able to take my life!
Anyway, liked it! See ya around!
Peace
Anansey
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