(A/N: in case the title freaked you out this is not really a suicide note. it's just the name of the poem. Written by my friend Andy over on Instagram! Enjoy! ~Ro)
A Suicide Note
I would rather pump my guts with cyanide,
Than listen to the words you says.
Ice cold knives stabbing.
Twisting. Turning.
I would rather cut open my arteries,
Than meet the standards you set.
Leaping and missing.
Falling, spine shattering.
I would rather wear a noose for a necklace
Than return the smiles you give me.
I'm so fucking alone, why don't you see?
I would rather die
Than let you see me
Inside.
Because
You wouldn't understand.
I'm so fucking alone, I'm so fucking alone.
You're the cancer in me, and you're inoperable
I'm dying.
You don't understand my tears,
The unspoken words.
Why do you dismiss my emotions?
Stop making fun of other's lives, you're
Shunning me.
You're yet to see my binding.
My pills.
My blood flowing out.
I'm choking on my own secrets, and
They're too much for me to handle.
I'm blasting music of those who walked
The path I'm walking
Trying to silence my inner voices,
But it's failing.
I hate your existence.
I'm dying, open your damn eyes!
But oh-my-fucking-God, I'm pushing you away,
With anger and sadness to mask
My loneliness.
Let me close my eyes and sleep, I've give up on the Earth and what's in it,
i've never been this fucking alone....
YOU ARE READING
both great and small
PoetryThis is going to be a book of poems and songs and maybe a play or two written by yours truly and friends that ask. If you would like a poem or song published in here you can pm it to me and tell me the title and if you want it posted anonymously or...
