Fires ablaze within
my eyes,
A smile concealing all my lies,
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate, shout.
Scarlet tears drip from each vein,
A vehement covet to end this pain,
This silver blade, stays by my side,
Because all hope inside has died.
As each day ends, and darkness draws,
The demon’s toys, with all my flaws,
I’m helpless, alone, a worthless mess,
A broken man, they must address.
I’m tempted when they call my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to shame.
To make it feel a lot less real,
A deal with the demon, in blood I’ll seal.
They’ll say I died of suicide,
But no one knows how much they’ve lied,
It wasn’t a rope, a blade, or pills,
That broke my soul, and gave me chills.
I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not kill what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head.
In darkness I wait, in silence, alone,
A rose-tint nostalgia, all around me has grown,
I’ve finally won, as I feel the pain leave,
For one final time, scarlet tears on my sleeve.
I like the red, how it stands out...such a visual to me of what is consuming the mind. It's like the feeling of depression itself. Other people can't see it or understand it. They see what they see, but they don't realize the cloud that it is, that it decides what is visible...or that's what it feels like. Loved "The demon’s toys, with all my flaws" great line, so perfectly describes how that feels. I think the depth of sensitivity that can bring this anguish can also create such beauty when that passion is put into words. I love that you are writing out your pain with such honesty. Good work! :)
I like the red, how it stands out...such a visual to me of what is consuming the mind. It's like the feeling of depression itself. Other people can't see it or understand it. They see what they see, but they don't realize the cloud that it is, that it decides what is visible...or that's what it feels like. Loved "The demon’s toys, with all my flaws" great line, so perfectly describes how that feels. I think the depth of sensitivity that can bring this anguish can also create such beauty when that passion is put into words. I love that you are writing out your pain with such honesty. Good work! :)
Deeply worried about you. There's no question you put across what you wanted to say. I'm not sure accolades are what you really need for this writing. I'll give you 100, but what good is that going to do you if this is really the way you feel?
It is the way you feel, right? Because if it's not, than to write it would probably be wrong.
I whole heartedly feel this way, as I am not at all 2-faced or dishonest. I don't believe that I cou.. read moreI whole heartedly feel this way, as I am not at all 2-faced or dishonest. I don't believe that I could bring myself to carry out my suicidal thoughts. However if I said anything other than the words that I have expressed then I would be a liar by omission. I am merely expressing what is going on in my head, not making plans. As you can see in the poem, I wrote it as if I had already done it, & obviously I haven't as evidenced by me still being alive.. I appreciate your 100 though. Thank you. I do enjoy accolades.
10 Years Ago
Fair enough, Chrys. I didn't mean to imply that you are two-faced. But I think someone like you ca.. read moreFair enough, Chrys. I didn't mean to imply that you are two-faced. But I think someone like you can see that some people do write what they don't really feel.
I imagine writing these feelings out helps you avoid acting on them - so keep writing. I'll check in on your work and talk to you again.
10 Years Ago
Very true. I think on a subconscious level my writing keeps me safe from death. Well said.
This was amazing. A really good read. This was honestly expressed so well. My favourite part was
"I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not kill what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head."
Posted 10 Years Ago
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10 Years Ago
I LOVE the word amazing. It makes me feel amazing. So thank you. (=
In darkness I wait, in silence, alone
,
A rose-tint nostalgia, all around me has grown, I
’ve finally won, as I feel the pain leave,
For one final time, scarlet tears on my sleeve
nice write. Expressive
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 2 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
Expressive is what I was going for, along with descriptive. So I am glad that I was able to convey t.. read moreExpressive is what I was going for, along with descriptive. So I am glad that I was able to convey that to you. I'm glad you liked it.
Beautifully written. I especially loved the last verse. The flow is great and the pain behind the words is brilliantly conveyed. Keep writing. Good luck and have a nice day.
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