Swans Suicide

This I am not sure where it came from, but I hope you all like it

Does a swan sing before death....

Does it hum?

Does it keep a image inside of its head recalling all the things that made it beautiful.

Feeling that it was truly ugly..

Why am I the one?

Does jumping from a roof or splitting wrist make the one thing that was truly beautiful to me, and that was this life a thing to miss?

As like a swan does in water.

Sits and with it's grace.

As one looks at it.

Why bother.

It...... Why?

Saying that I want to give in and have no friend is that what it takes for me to live in this pain with the hope to get my mind back when I die.

Is pulling my heart out of my chest while spitting the words that I confess.

That I had low self esteem.

When people said that my writing was one of the best.

Is having myself locked up in a psych ward the one place where I know I will be a thing to protect.

The day is set....

Yet I don't even know it.

The time has come for me to make a choice.

A choice no matter what I decide to do......

One way or the other best believe Ill let the world know it.

To my friends , and my foes...

I will either rest in countless pieces.

Maybe I will step up to the plate one more time, and wear my battle scars, and respect my blows foe keeps.

Never say that I am not Modest....

Never say that I can't speak words.

Till you live my life....

Our life....

You are past...

You are just a thought with an assumption.

Who will eventually become history.

This is our time.

Rather I am dead, or alive.

I am my own hero, they are my hero's.

We are the Events Of Victory. 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Spiral Panda]

I love how you put Events Of Victory mentioned. =] Title by itself catches my eye, as much as I like your wording and the feel, it's scary because I take it seriously on title description in this case, I hope you will never choose that second word option. Keep writing, keep breathing, keep trying, keep believing in something worth living for. I've wanted to give up like crazy the past week or two but I haven't, that's the point. We've all got our scars, as a certain song says, and now I say, it's what we do with them that matters, it determines our story route. What will you be remembered and known for, when your pages such as this are scattered in ashes reborn? It is okay to just feel awful and express it, but remember to encourage yourself also. "I am my hero..." your last closing line truly spoke high volume, and what I've attempted here to get across in point. Stay safe, focused, honest, and real.