My heart sinks deeper, as involentary tears shed,
erasing my mind,
blanketing it with pain and sorrow.
Your face whispers across my throughts,
what used to be a sence of relief,
is echoing a heartwrenching song,
over and over, as I curl into a tightly clenched ball,
Wishing to be invisible.
The tears come more quickly,
more agony with each one.
Is it so hard to mutter an ''I love you''?
Or to hold back your thoughts that ache
like a sierring knife being dug into your chest,
slowly, slowly, until the reality comes..
That I may not live to be 15,
or see the day that my children play in the sun.
I take a blade, and glance upward to see my reflection,
casting across it, a heartbreaking cry,
A cry calling ''Kill me, please. Just kill me.''
In the face of an angel, so broken and twisted,
In the face of an angel that can never be fixed.
I'll hold the knife to my wrist, and I'll watch the crimson pour.
And I'll watch this essence of life drain out of me,
pressure relieving,
and my thoughts returning to a comforting black.
Author notes
Well, I'm not sure if this is my best write or not. I guess you can be the judge of that. It is a new write, because I've been feeling extremely depressed today, and so, I figured I should covert that into something else. Writing this did make me feel a bit better, but I'm not sure how good it is.
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Comments
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i really like this poem...i really like the part about whether they have ever thought you might not live to 15 because thats how it is for me too
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