I Tried

Haven't posted anything in a long time and tbh, this just came too me. So give it a read and let me know what you think, thanks.

Sat down by the ocean 

Surrounded by darkness I see, this life was not meant for me 

Maybe knock some pills back, an I'll be free 

Don't tell me you love me now that I'm gone

That's all I needed to here for me to stay 

Everyone telling me "Have hope, hold on." All I can say is, I have none

Oh how I tried to make you love me, 

But how could you possibly love a ghost, a ghost that is me. 

My Mother, My Mother, 

Would she be proud of me?  

I've cried my soul dry 

It's time to let me go, I'm already dead inside

If you could see me now 

You would take back all the things you ever said to me 

But all I ask is, 

Don't forget me 

Don't regret me 

Oh please, don't forget me 

Oh please, don't regret me

Author's Note

Hey guys, I'm back.

Reviews

[sL]

The rhythm in this poem is so natural to me. The speaker proclaims that "it's time to let me go, I'm already dead inside," but I argue that it is time to let go of the person being spoken to. The speaker in this poem is most certainly not dead inside. He is deliberate and careful with his language and his emotions--his soul. Keep writing, Marcus. You're great at it.

[Simon Welsh]

This is well written. Love those last two lines. Keep 'em coming, Marky Mark.

[A. Amos]

Honest write and felt every single line my friend...