what will happen? warning(may trigger)

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  1. She said that she loved me
    That she was my best friend
    She told me she'd be there
    Until the very end
    So why did she lie?
    Telling me something so untrue?
    Does she know she made me cry?
    I sobbed into my pillow all night.
    But she couldn't hear me.
    Because I was fading away.
    What would she have done?
    Would she know just what to say?
    Maybe she has forgotten
    About the friendship that we had
    Will I ever be forgiven
    For the pain that I have caused?
    If I drive into the overpass
    And flip my car over the side
    Maybe then she will see
    That I was truly dead inside
    That life isn't just a good time
    That things hurt and people cry
    What does it matter if my words rhyme
    I'm still a failure at life
    Everything I do turns to dust
    And I'm shivering from the cold
    For me, cutting is a must
    In a fruitless attempt to externalize my pain
    When will this all stop?
    When will I love life?
    When will these tears dry?
    What will end my strife?
    Will she notice when I perish?
    When I am simply no more?
    What memories will she cherish?
    Will she miss me...?
    Will she cry when I am buried
    Into the cold, hard ground
    Will she wish I was still here?
    Would she want me to be around?
    Perhaps I should make this all come true
    And I wouldn't have to wonder anymore
    The road to death must be a beautiful view
    What will happen if I let reality go...?
    What will happen if I don't know?
    What will happen if I commit suicide?
    Will anyone cry....?
  2. not good enough for anyone to comment on..huh
  3. curtius

    curtius Well-Known Member

    Its hard to comment on such a powerful poem.

    Your words are very cold and hard - probably the same way you feel right now...

    you imagery is beautiful but that isnt what hit me the hardest...

    it was the fifth line to the bottom..."the road to death must be a beautiful view".....AWESOME STATEMENT

    however I must ask....how would we ever know the answer to that question since all of those that have seen it are gone....?

    just wondering LOL

    this is a great place to express no? I love it in here....

  4. indie_freak

    indie_freak Guest

    I think about a lot of the questions you brought up in that poem. I think it's very honest. I often wonder about how people would react to my death but the truth is there is no way to know other than to fake our own death. Now that would leave us with nothing, there is no real way to know. I also suffer from feelings that I don't matter to people and it is hard to believe people when they compliment you. I feel a lot of the feelings you mentioned in the poem and if you ever want to talk to someone who can relate, then i'm here for you.
  5. Dreaming

    Dreaming Guest

    awesome, really hit a note with me
  6. gothic_spleen

    gothic_spleen Antiquities Friend

    thank you "still searching" i needed to see that....that is exactly how i feel, i just cant bare to go through the torture of writing it.
  7. BrokenPieces

    BrokenPieces Well-Known Member

    WoW! Such emotion...i wish I would have read this sooner!

    I feel the same way, all except its a he...

    its was great...good work! :D
  8. Petal

    Petal SF dreamer Staff Member Safety & Support SF Supporter

    :hug: thanks for sharing!
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