screaming apart

screaming apart

A Poem by FaithfullyJennyBear

i don't f*****g  care anymore
you rip my throat out
steal my core
give me a reason
I shouldn't run 
because when I see you
I just wanna slit my throat
watch my blood drip down
and laugh at the world I leave
because all I see is evil
I'm sick of it
it makes my life s**t

I don't f*****g care anymore
give up your day to cry
I'm happy in my coffin
where I lay for eternity
where I'm not scared of anything
where I can always smile
never cry
never wonder 'what if'?


6 feet under..
I can't miss you
I can't watch you with her
I can't remember our lives together
I can't bring up the thoughts of our future
I can't breathe
don't have to eat..
Just lay..


happiness for eternity...

© 2011 FaithfullyJennyBear


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Ouch. Harsh and direct. For someone to espouse this as a solution is scary indeed. you express this nihilism and despondency so very well. I hope its just a poem and not what's on your heart at the moment!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Strong and honest words. I believe better to kill the one that hurt your then yourself. My stepmother was a wise one. She said " Better to torture them for 40 years then to give them freedom." A very good poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


Scary stuff. Welcome back BTW.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Well portrayed emotions here. This would make a great deathcore song lol..xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


I agree with Lilly youd miss out on you.... kewl write though good to get them out rather than keep bottled in

Posted 13 Years Ago


Painful and deep write.. I can relate to the pain and yet as I read it..a strange voice said.. "yes but you'd miss out on you".... xo

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on September 25, 2011
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FaithfullyJennyBear
FaithfullyJennyBear

England, North east , United Kingdom



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I'm Jenny, I'm 18, and my mind is made for poetry, it's how I think, it's how I get my feelings out, It's how I'm heard, may not always be good but it's how I feel inside :) I've also had every colou.. more..

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