Thus, This Shadow,
Bleeding out all thats hallow,
Will bring great laughter
As each drop falls faster...
As i'm holding this knife,
I'm thinking of you.
And all of the other things,
That came between us two.
Without thinking, I slowly curb my hand...
Gently, sliding off my right wrist band.
With an evil, crazy, uncontrollable, violen-movement,
I slowly cut my wrist with this sharp, rusty, contrapment.
I slowly cackle as I begin to grin,
And, evily, I say:
"Let this be the end of my sins.
My oh my, may my eye never cry,
Since the day you have told me your last good-bye.
Oh please, never try not to lie!
All it's going to do is just make me wish you were to die."
As I slowly stop cutting my wrist,
I think of all the times that we have kissed...
"Wow, am I inSANE?!
What made me think of causing this pain!
Was it love? Depression? Drugs? Death?
Or was it you... Me... and what we used to be?"
As I quickly drop the cutting utensil,
While the blood is spilling quicker,
I'm beginning to feel that my life is going to cancel...
Then all of a sudden, the lights give off a flicker...
"Gah, what am I thinking?
Is this love that my eyes have been blinking?
GRAAAAAAAAAAH! PLEASE!
STOP THIS LOVING TEASE!"
As I'm now lying,
Slowly dying,
I gradually call for help,
With one, big, dreadful yelp.
After that, I remember passing out.
And I remember hearing someone pout.
A few minutes later,
I awaken in an elevator.
I'm Tied to a hospital bed,
still cackling, full of dread...
The next day I find myself in a looney bin.
And under the door, I notice this letter...
It's from her.
The girl who caused this.
The girl who I shared my first kiss.
The girl who I gave pine-cones and a notebook to as a gift.
The girl who I think of every second since I met her.
The girl who I love.
The girl who I dream of.
The girl who I crave.
The girl who I tried my hardest to stay with.
The girl who I practicly fought for, but she did not know it.
She's that girl.
The note meant so much to me,
It's too private. I'd tell you but no, sorry.
After a week of re-reading the note over and over again,
Since it was the only thing that made me happy,
They released me from the looney-bin.
But, then again,
I find myself in the same exact position a few days later.
And something crossed my mind as I was doing the same exact thing...
See what love can bring?
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2007-12-12 18:15:47 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous in Family & Relationships ➔ Singles & Dating
yeah it's poetry...and a bit suicidal...but heartbreak can make you do that sometimes
thing is....poetry is multi-dimensional and undefinable.
try this. POETRY IS.....(you see, ...you cant really finish this sentence)
and literary so-called "know-it-all" individuals may tell you that poetry is recognizable by its form ...but it is limitless.
free your mind and let the poetry flow from within
2007-12-12 18:23:24 · answer #1 · answered by What gives? 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Woah~~ nicely written. I love that part with the shouting in capital letters. Good job
2007-12-12 18:23:43 · answer #2 · answered by a'Cheesy'Guy 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
It's pretty twisted and doesn't always ryme but I like it. I once wrote somthing similar about smoking when I was broke and couldn't buy any.
2007-12-12 18:42:08 · answer #3 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
It's not the worst poem I've ever read. I'm sorry this happened, and I strongly urge you to seek psychiatric help. Your life is in danger. If you experience suicidal thoughts in the future, please go to a hospital immediately.
2007-12-12 18:23:59 · answer #4 · answered by drshorty 7 · 0⤊ 1⤋