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It's like pouring salt in an open wound,
it's like an arrow through the heart,
it's like being rejected by those you trust.
It's being told I'm not good enough for you.
It's like being used by someone you loved,
it's like a slap across the face,
it's like pretending you understood me.
It's being told I'm not good enough for you.
Why must you constantly compare me,
to what you wish I could grow up and be?
Why must you ask why I'm not like her,
instead of helping me become secure?
Why must you tell me what I should do,
when I'm trying my best to live up to you?
it's like an arrow through the heart,
it's like being rejected by those you trust.
It's being told I'm not good enough for you.
It's like being used by someone you loved,
it's like a slap across the face,
it's like pretending you understood me.
It's being told I'm not good enough for you.
Why must you constantly compare me,
to what you wish I could grow up and be?
Why must you ask why I'm not like her,
instead of helping me become secure?
Why must you tell me what I should do,
when I'm trying my best to live up to you?
Literature
Suicide
I cut myself today
and I started to bleed
The pain is so intense
and I start to scream
I cut myself today
and I start to cry
why did I do this?
I don't want to die
I crawl to the door
I'm at the top of the stairs
I try and yell for help
But the words don't come out
I try to get up
but my knees are so weak
I take my last breath
with one tear rolling down my cheek
Literature
Suicide
Suicide
Tortured, suffering, living in pain
haunted by his past
he writes a letter to his family and friends
and for unknown reasons laughs.
He thought he was alone and uncared for
he heavens a sigh of grief
tears flow freely from his eyes
he seeks to find relief.
Into his room he silently went
is parents not to wake
takes the revolver from his drawer
his hands begin to shake.
A loud noise echoes through the house
his parents run indred
for on the floor with a gun at his side
in a pile of blood their son lay dead.
Literature
Suicidal
Hesitation
Temptation
Determination
And then the act.
Tied to puppetry
Chained to invisibility
Smiling sadistically
Is the puppeteer.
We're all tied
With the same string
It's how tight we're tied
That affects everything.
The knots of life
Leave some loose
Others simply scathed
While some choke
Life as their noose.
Blackened ropes and bloodied knives
Tempting pills and twisted lies
All they point to is a bloody path
I'm certain I'll end up in Hell for this
My life is insane, and so am I
How I wish I couldn't exist.
I will wake up
One last time
Write goodbye
And retell all the lies.
Sunlight burns my eyes
For the la
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Just thought I'd dedicate yet another poem to my *beloved* mother. I tried to change the style up on this one midway through the poem and I'm not sure I like it... oh well.
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Keep writing! It's a realese and you seem to need it!