Envy the DeadA Poem by Gurglesnarch van CaasiI
envy the dead Of
my life to be rid! Another
nail in my coffin Another
hinge on the lid
My
tears " they mean nothing My
cuts and my scars The
ones on my body Match
the ones on my heart
I
don’t need you to care Or
believe I’m depressed That
you think that I’m faking Doesn’t
make things hurt less
When
I become free Hang
myself in the rain Like
a pendulum swinging Will
you then see my pain?
You
think I need help Yet
you’re looking above All
that is hurting Is
a severe lack of love
I
don’t choose to be hurting I
don’t choose to burn But
if you never listen You
never will learn
I
have a heart problem It’s
called loving and trusting But
people assume evil Say
I’m nothing but lusting
Accusations
of unfair things Always
assuming the worst Always
pretending to be what they’re not Like
a priest who likes driving a hearse
Give
me a beautiful death Like
a snowman who melts in spring But
don’t be surprised at the mud That
the melting snow always brings
You
wield your sword that you call “words” And
stab me through the chest And
then you jeer when I start to cry “Ha!
You’re not depressed!”
I’m
glad you know me oh so well That
I’m faking all this pain I
guess I’ll drink some Clorox bleach Since
I’m nothing more than a stain
I
have no life to end Just
a body to endure Eternal
hopelessness The
only thing of which I’m sure
Reap
whatever is sown Anger,
Guilt, and Sadness Insane
amounts of evil Then
confusion at my madness
Terrify
my pain away Scare
the hell right out of me Make
my demons run and hide Scare
them with your apathy
Whatever
words are most improper The
ones that are too rude to spiel Those
could almost scratch the surface Of
the unholy pain I feel To
those whom this may concern That
is, no one, for that’s who cares Knowing
doesn’t make it happy Life’s
still cruel and so unfair
And
so departure time I’ll
fly off to the moon If
death/escape is coming The
most precious word is “soon”
I
told you before As
I lay in my bed Just
give me a rose
For
I envy the dead. © 2014 Gurglesnarch van CaasiFeatured Review
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Added on March 23, 2014Last Updated on March 23, 2014 AuthorGurglesnarch van CaasiMAAboutGreetings. I am eighteen. I am a renaissance man: An artist and A bodyguard and A philosopher and A secret agent (I made that one up) But most importantly I am A writer. .. more..Writing
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