I've come to the conclusion
That death is the answer.
But privately.
No sense putting it on
Facebook.
Posting a public goodbye
Which might hamper the process.
Private. Personal.
Nothing too violent
That might haunt
Whomever finds me.
Taunt me not
With false hope
That tomorrow will be
Better.
It won't.
It will be just one more day
Deeper into my failure.
Pulverize my heart.
My soul is all ready
Obliterated.
A very strong and emotional poem. I really enjoyed it, dark as it was.
ReplyDeletevisiting from 3WW
DON'T DO IT !!!
ReplyDeleteSeriously depressing. I hope this is just a fictional piece, or a working out of old memories. If not, go get help.
ReplyDeleteDeath may be private but the process of feeling like you're dying can be shared..words may be a better answer..that I am sure you know..Jae
ReplyDeleteDon't give up...a lot of us have been there and will return again..that's life for some of us..It is a testament to your sensitivity and creativity.Think about it...what kind of a human being can endure all this crap that goes on in life...answer,a desensitised log.
ReplyDeleteYou will get another good day maybe a burst of them followed by the usual..You are not alone if you can share your pain in words...If you can still feel the gut wrench of pain, you have already won. I don't think you realise that the world is inhabited by automatons who feel nothing. If they catch you feeling joy they will try to destroy you.Life is a war between them and us. Fight the Bastards...drag yourself on all fours back up on deck..never let them win......This is how I manage to still be around and functioning (for most of the time)Go for it kiddo and keep laughing( at them.)