My once bright world
Fades again.
No paint, no light
Can save me.
Here in the darkness
I lie alone
Begging the world for death.
I know there are some
Who wish me to live
But the cold hard truth
Is that my death,
My ceasing to exist
Would be much more helpful
Than my living breath.
I cause worry
In the ones I love most.
I cannot keep any
Happy for long.
I cause many problems,
And solve very few.
And so the best world
Is where I
No longer bother you.
It would be
The easiest thing
To take this knife
Beside my bed
And break the skin
Below my head.
For my last moments,
I would watch
The crimson flow
And watch as my heart,
My caring, stupid heart,
Finally gives up.
For only in death
Will I no longer love
Those with the power
To crush my soul
And those who already have.
I will embrace him,
For Death is a friend.
With him I have spoken
Many a time.
Now my purpose
Of all happiness
Loses its way
As my color fades.
I'm losing my light,
I'm losing my voice,
But I don't understand.
I've done everything right.
I've taken my pills.
I've gone to sleep.
I haven't used a blade
In several long weeks.
I'm spiraling down,
Into a cavern so dark.
I'm not good at climbing,
And my will is gone.
My mind wishes
For the release of death.
A car crash, a knife,
A gun, a rope,
No food, no sleep,
The lick of a flame,
Any of which
For my death can be blamed.
But there are some
For whom I must fight.
Though Death, my friend,
Will not like the sight.
There are those who say
That I must live
I only hope I may have
A new purpose to give.
Cora Theresa
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Twisted Life
PoetryA creative reference or summary of things i have experienced or i have strong opinions on. I wont state names for the sake of the privacy of people in my life.
