This Rope

I remember the time,

The time I could not read.

It was so dark,

Circling around the room,

To no one answered.

You said I was fine,

As fine as it gets.

Cause I laughed,

Even threw some jokes out in the air.

I'm not fine now,

Am I, Mom?

Hanging by this rope,

Say my demons won't get me.

Just another lie in the air.

I wished,

God, did I wish.

That someone, somewhere,

Would just have answered.

Tell me I am no longer,

That strong girl you raised.

Never did you raise me though,

I was raised by the demons in my head.

By the music,

You swore would kill me.

But really,

You killed me.

Telling me I was fine,

How fine do I look now?

Hanging from this rope.

You'll tell my siblings,

I was troubled.

Tell my grandmother,

I wouldn't open up.

As you read this,

This note written in blood.

You'll finally realize,

All of the signs I left.

No more tears of joy,

As you hold my corpse,

Telling me how sorry you are.

I'm not fine, I never have been.

Author's Note

Just a little thing, I wrote in depression, to share, and say, if you're having a tough time, it will get better.

Reviews

[Nia Hope]

This is really good I like this it's dark and I like dark

[Caitlin Rhea]

Thanks, I write darker poems..I feel like most people don't go for the blunt things anymore.

[Nia Hope]

I'd post them you never know what people actually will like until it gets put out there

[Caitlin Rhea]

Yeah, I usually just go with it, and I post whatever I feel like it.

[Nia Hope]

Awesome just make sure you keep posting because I like what you've posted already :)

[Caitlin Rhea]

Awe! well Thanks(: I should be posting more when I get my laptop.