YOUR DEATH
There were things you had wished for during moments in your life wishes like i wish my mom and dad were here by my side you wished for somebody to tell you that they were proud of you and that every thing was going to be alright there wasn’t going to be any more yelling every thing was suppose to be peaceful but that was just a fantasy in real life everything is going and you sit there screaming in your head for help but are to scared to say it out loud so instead you relive the pain by taking the blade and try to cut your life away there’s still a lot of pain inside your still in your stupid dam life your friends try to tell you that your doing some thing wrong so you tell them you don’t need any of their stupid sympathy you were tiered of bottling up all your feelings you may look normal on the outside but there was hurt on the inside looks don’t tell everything you looked happy but dam you were hurting all you wanted was for all the hurt to go away you don’t want any more pain can’t any body see this message of peer rage you told them you didn’t need any help that you could take care of your self the last time you cut yourself then you went through some trouble so you cut yourself again you told everybody that you didn’t care what they say you didn’t care that all your friends said you were putting your life through danger they told you the person you were becoming was a complete stranger you weren’t the person they met during the first days of school not the one who didn’t try to act all cool now as the memories start to come back you sit there watching as your blood and tears mix together you watch the blood flow down your hand outta your vain and with every drop of red blood you feel the pain slowly decreasing and you say to your self that you don’t care that people think that you don’t care that they thought being around you was troubling that they thought you were just a messed up teenager this is how you wanted your life nobody could have stopped you from living like that so as your blood drips off your fingertips you look at your cuts and think of how deep they must be you can’t stop the blood from rushing out and the pain decreasing and that’s all you need so as you sit there on your bedroom floor all dressed in black you look at your clothes and wonder how much blood you have lost and at last you take your last living breath and leave the world for eternity finally your heart stops pounding and your finally put out of your misery and your where you belong finally your put to rest.
By Brea Wilson
(this poem is dedicated to my sister Robbyn)
Filed under: Emo Poems and Poetry
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*TEARS* Im so sad that was a really sad poem i do the same thing but im sorry for ur lost
God damn. Im so sorry your life sucks. But there are alot of children in India and in Africa that are dying of hunger, malaria, small pox and aids. They were given up for adoption as small babies because their parents were killed by genocide. I dont think you have it that bad. And before you go and cry to the public about your “terrible” life, think about the people who are silenced and tortured everyday by the cruel world which THEY cannot escape. They have to deal with the cards they were delt. I think you should to. We are all struggling right now, with the economy as it is. Don’t be so selfish. If we all have to stay here, you should to..
Thats all i have to say.
pain only makes you stronger. thats what my dad said. and i wish he was right but… They tell us that suicide is the greatest piece of cowardice… that suicide is wrong; when it is quite obvious that there is nothing in the world to which every man has a more unassailable title than to his own life and person.
-Arthur Schopenhauer
thats so sad…. T_T
how do you send in Poems????
I’ve written a few that I’d like to send in..
I hope your life gets better.