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Better Off Dead... (Poem...Kinda)
Every time I pick up my blade I think, why am I doing this?
Then I realize how much you hurt me. You hurt me so bad I'd rather end my life. I realize you never cared. I realize you were fake this whole time. Why would you make me want this? Every time I pick up my lighter to smoke I think, why am I doing this? Then I realize it's a habit you put me up to. I realize my lungs don't matter, I'll die anyway. I realize it feels so good; the way my throat hurts. Then the final time I tie the noose I think, is this is what you want? Then I realize you would be happier; without me. I realize I never mattered to you. Then as I put the rope over my head I think, why doesn't she care? Then I realize you wont run in here to save me. So I let go. I let go of the pain, the guilt, and the sorrow. When you walk in you glance at me and smile. I am watching you. I AM HAUNTING YOU. You seem happier now. Now that I am gone. You are back to smiling, no longer looking angry. I am happy you're happy. I am better off dead. |
Re: Better Off Dead... (Poem...Kinda)
Heya,
I'm moving this to Self Expression because this is more a piece of creativity that gets out your emotions than it is asking for advice. :) That being said, I can tell that there is a lot of emotion behind this piece. I like how you ended this and I also like some of the questions you asked and details you used. -Dez |
Re: Better Off Dead... (Poem...Kinda)
Thanks.......?
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