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Silence isn't golden

I sit here and cry the lonely tears
that contain my hidden problems.
As each one falls slowly down my face,
I sit and think of the many problems that hold me.
The mistakes I've made, the things I do,
are all contained in each tear
that will be swept away
by the soft tissue that I hold in my hand.
As I think more and more, I do it
I take the one thing that means the most to me,
and begin to end it
with each mark that I make on my wrist.
Marks of anger and depression start to show.
I lie there and cry then, to realize
why did I do this?
There is so much more to be in my life.
My hands then start to shake.
I do not feel safe anymore.
I am slowing up, my tears are all gone,
my breath gets weakier by the minute.
As I lie there I start to think about my life
what went wrong, how did it happen?
My breath is fading, the light redeems a low glow.
I pray to myself to let this soon be over.
I lift my head
to say the very last two very cold words
NO MORE!

Author notes

I entered this contest just for fun, but the poem has personal meaning to it cause my very good Katie slit her wrists our second year of college, the sad thing is no one really knew why-she didn't leave a note and none of us knew she was sad or hurting.

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  • Englandgirl2008
    May 16

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    omg this made me cry litarlly.
    It's really sad. I am very sorry about
    your lose. I know how this is I lost
    3 friends in the same week due to the
    same thing. I am very sorry yet again.
    Imagery/100
    Style/30
    background/30
    Prompt used/0
    Prewrite/0
    fresh write/50

    For being really really really relatable I give a 200 bouns. So all in all your points are: 380

    I liked the whole thing. but one part did hit me in a way I never thought of: I take the one thing that means the most to me,
    and begin to end it


  • greyhaime
    May 16

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    welcome to allpoetry

    there is a lot of emotion in this, and I can tell that you tried to find the reason behind the unreasonable, I think you did a wonderful job at expressing that here, I am sorry for the loss of a friend that way.
    it is sad and hard not knowing. and some times it can be even harder if you do.

    thank you for sharing this with us here and for joining the site, good luck in this contest and please keep up the writing,

    cheers