Suicide Poem by hidden poet
Suicide
The marks you left inside of me,
those cannot be seen.
These marks, though,
the ones I give myself
are visible.
Angry red lines-
as I pour my soul into the bathroom sink.
These are the marks you make.
Death could be the answer
but what would it achieve?
You would not see, or even grieve.
I could die today
or anytime I choose,
but why bother?
You killed me already.
All that I am now is the shell
that has somehow survived.
You put me through this hell
but I will stay alive.
never surrender! keep on going! keep writing! Dear, friend. Would you like to read and comment on my newest poems, Lost Forest's Ancient Chant, Terrace of Violence, Hymn to Star, Hymn to Sun, Cascades of Caprices, Fountain of Fearless Fiance, Valley of Heart, Mata Hari etc. please? Thank you very much.
the wrong answer for an unsolvable problem, only time heals those cuts
well said and good for you, broken hearts can mend but you only have one life. we can't give up life for love
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5/1/2024 9:51:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
powerful piece. i loved this one. you should check out ' 2 faces in my mirror' and 'waiting for a friend' i can relate a little. keep up the good work