I refuse to be that.
that which they say I am.
A wasted burning chemical candle
in need of some guidance perhaps.
I do not exist in vain
I shall leave marks on the world as proof.
My mother loved me,
until the novelty wore off
and then I survived
Say my love is everything that hurts you.
Do not deny you learn.
go on,say I hate you,why not?
Its probably true.
If I said not always,
Why should you believe.
In truth maybe I want you dead
because I cannot see myself.
Maybe the bright stupid vain lights of the world
are in my way.
Maybe I want to count just for me today.
I want to burn so brightly that
everyone gets burned.
I want to not care.
I want to become
and its all in my way.
I will probably hurt you,
and I actually don't care.
dark,dark,dark,you say.
No,its all crap,your in denial.
you go ahead and be the wasted
chemical candle.
I want to put out stars.
If theres a god
he should know
life hurts.
And so will I.
A contest entry
- Dark, cutting, suicide, sadness, depression by stargardt13.
700 points, ended February 28, 52 entries
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I loved this poem! the amount of emotion and feeling was incredible! I loved the way you question god and how he should know just how much life hurts! I feel the same way most of the time. I could completely relate with you on this point and the rest of your poem. I fight with my mother all the time too. I honestly do wish she was dead sometimes. Anyways i thought your poem was awesome. Thanks for entering it in my contest and sharing it with me
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