Slowly falling back to the depths,
my heart shatters before the blow,
my head to concrete destroyed,
im glad i can finally let go.
Suicide is not my form of sin,
it should be no tragedy,
rather a beautiful expression
that i want you to see.
My shoulders could no longer bare
the load they have for long.
My fingers kept slipping,
until i knew i couldn't hold on.
I tried to keep myself from dying,
i wanted to fall from the top,
i never knew where it all started,
but i knew where it would stop.
My life, i have decided
that im tired of dealing with you,
so i leave you this note in the darkness,
the ink of pen is blue.
"My life is a meaningless void.
My heart is a hollow symbol of destruction.
Im going to kill myself tonight,
may the darkness be my only resurrection."
Author notes
im really tired of holding on to this life, i feel i may soon let go
A contest entry
- Calling All Abstract Poets!!!! by PerfectImperfection.
600 points, ended August 3, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do u think?
Comments
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Hmmm.. Not as much abstract, with the direct pulse of emotion and desolate intensity within these lines. A very pained piece of giving in.. letting go. Sad and intense in its sullen presence. Thank you for your entry!
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