I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm hopeless, are you glad!?!
I'm pitiful, and weak, I'm a selfish, spoiled freak.
Change yourself they say, if you don't like what you see,
It all starts with a thought, but not even that I can be.
When you tell me to work, why do I cry?
It's not because I'm lazy, it's because I hate me inside.
Gather the whips, gather the fire, string me to a pole, and hit me till I expire.
I am filled with self hate, and yet they can't see,
how close this razorblade is, and how my wrist will soon bleed.
How easy it would be, to let it all go astray, to finish my work, and work me away.
Kill me now, I beg you please,
kill me before I turn into that monster begging on it's knees.
Oh, is that a mirror?
Just some depressing thoughts.
Very well written..you should be proud of this, final line is definately something I will remember.
Amazingly written poem, as always Violet. I do have to say that that this one touched the heart strings... We do love you, you know. *Glomps*
We all love you. Everyone from our lunch table. <3 <3
I know. Here is just a tip, all of my poetry will be depressing, but I will never commit suicide, so you need not worry.
You are not allowed to leave. You are not expired. You are not lazy. You are an amazing, talented and caring person.
Aww...always my dear friend. If something ever happened to you it would hurt my heart so very badly and the skins would open up because it would feel the pain in my heart and mix with the tears that would run from my eyes.
while this is beautifully written, please know that I love you just as you are. Friend-love, maybe, but it's still love. So please, don't leave us. I'd be absolutely heartbroken.
Don't worry, I will not leave life. The pains of life are nothing to the pain my friends would have with my death. I will not be so selfish. ^-^