Star Crossed Suicide Poem by Kaitlynn Prak
Star Crossed Suicide
A broken look in her eyes
Hiding the pain, she uses a smile as her disguise
Arms bloody
Legs cut open
Cutting is her only devotion
The pain growing
Barely showing
She's dead inside and no one knows
Look into her eyes
You might be surprised
Pain seeps through the cracks
Hurts like hell
Cuts and bruises,
She tells you she fell
She says she's OK
You want to believe
But when you see the pain inside
It makes you want to grieve
She stands in the doorway
A razor in her fist
Arms wide open
She tastes deaths sweet kiss
Metallic taste
Electronic beeping
Waking up
She realizes she was sleeping
A dream
A wish come true
She's bleeding out
Nothing you can do
Eyes drained of life
Tears of guilt
Her pain and strife
She reaches out, sobbing
Wants to believe
That there's hope
She says she's sorry
Its too late now
The life is gone
All the blood has run out
Limbs go limp
As you start to cry
You kiss her lips still warm
Tears run down your cheeks
Down her face
Into her neck you sob
You pull the razor from her fist
And slide it across your skin
As the blood starts to flow
Happiness grows
Each new wound
A new battle begins
You hug her tight
Blood dripping on the floor
You kiss her one last time
But you'll be together once more
Eyes flutter
You fall over
Your blood's run out
Your body on the ground
You look down on your coffin
A smile on your face
she's right beside you
Her coffin by yours
The graves of lovers
So simple in their thought
Meant to be together
But to leave others distraught
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 7:11:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
suicide may be an act of foolishness or an act of extreme courage (and between the two, a long grey scale - in a degree of ''intensity'') , yet, as an act of will, all of us should respect it. Personally, I consider suicide an intense act of will when self-immolation has been chosen as a medium of protest, or for a valid existential reason - especially when a soul esteems his/her personal honour much more than life itself (as in seppuku, for instance) . You are young and surely you have to hone your poetic qualities, but your poem, Kaitlynn, shows that such qualities are present in your poetry.. then.. keep on writing! ;) Thanks for sharing.