Melody of a Lost Soul (s.o.s)

Still songs struck in silent sorrow

My screams fall on deaf ears

And the tears of agony run rivers down my face

I have been forgotten

I have been lost

I have been dropped into a body of the

damned on a plate serving only hell's finest.

I'm a mixture of emotions spiraling out of control.

Like a salad, I am tossed.

I crave release.

A river of red to numb the pain,

And stop this flow of darkness from

consuming the essence of my soul.

I yearn for the familiar cuts of Dopamine,

The anxious hurried breaths of one about

to lose all control.

There is a relief in that, the liberation of

knowing you are the master of at least one

emotion: pain.

Today is the final cut of my movie.

Unfinished ending left open for others to interpret.

When I scream no one is around to hear.

My echoes fall on deaf ears,

And my wrists seep red as I struggle to

take one last breath.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Depressed people who kill themselves don't really want to die; they just want to get away from the unbearable pain. This poem captures that despair well.