Suicide

A day in the mind of a depressed soul

Detailed writings on the wall, clearly indicating my time to leave what I was given.

Violent screams, screeching sounds, repeatedly playing in my ears intensively, the point of no return has returned.

My veins start popping out of my skin, exacerbated by the raging sound of tears as they roll down like a fountain of Truth.

I think I've played enough, I've killed enough, there's too much blood on my hands, even with it smeared all over my face, I still look drop dead gorgeous in the eyes of the admirer.

I'm stuck, trying to understand why I'm fighting for what doesn't belong to me anymore.

Right in front of my eyes lies the beauty of love, but with my focus split between what lies behind me, and what's been brought forth to me, will I ever find absolution?

My head is trembling, my heart beats in my head, my head breeds in my heart, it breeds feelings that are being constantly recycled, but still remain the same as the previous.

Not even my life is enough evidence that this heart is permanently scarred.

Author's Note

Not too sure about it but please comment.

Reviews

[NebraskaHope]

Very detailed and such a tragic but beautiful poem

[Riding the Rainbow]

It seems very personal and frightening but I'm sure you tried to write something out of comfort zone, didn't you? well done:=)

[jowrites]

that is quite a frightening read, indeed sounds like the mind of someone contemplating suicide :(
I sincerely hope you are not though.

[Echo Lebelo]

Lol Not at all. I just stepped out of my comfort zone on a quest to rattle some emotions.