Just so you know, I am not suicidal...but I have been...and this is how it felt to me. ALSO...I am not condoning the act of ending your life...this is merely an expression of a dark time in my life.
You are my friend
I know that no matter
What I do or what happens
You’ll be there for me
With arms open wide
Whispering
Come closer, delve deeper
Be with me forever
I know you’ll never judge me
You will just accept
And cover my pain
With a welcome blanket of black
I will be comforted by your song
Come closer, delve deeper
Be one with me forever
You are my angel
I know that it does not matter
How stupid I’ve been, or careless
You will not care
You will embrace me
And stroke my cheek
You will whisper
You are here, you are mine
And nothing will hurt you
You’re with me forever
And as I drift
I will close my eyes
I will let you soothe me
Mend my broken spirit
And heal my broken heart
My lids will flutter
I will lay my head on your shoulder
A firm smile on my lips
I will not notice when you leave me
Or care
That you’ve already found another friend
And will whisper
this is a beautiful poem...
i agree with holly below me who called it sensuous, the poem felt like it was sucking me in, making me believe. as one of the 8 billion poets who were suicidal at one point, it all rang true. it seemed like a portrait of your last love, coming to sweep you away. in fact, save for a few lines, it could read as a garden variety love poem. but it isn't, it's about suicide, and that juxtaposition of the mundane and the violent, in such a gentle, non assuming manner is absolutely beautiful.
in case you didn't get the message: this poem blew my f*****g mind. kudos, and now i have to go read more of your stuff. : ]
Oh, well done - you really capture the insidious nature of suicidal thought here. You clearly show the addictive nature of our clinging to that final act of control. You've given the reader a window into the corrosive inwardness of the pain that drives people to suicide without mentioning the cause, which is rather clever. Because, eventually, the cause not longer intrudes on the consciousness - we can readily block out the cause, but not the pain. And the poem itself flows well, there's nothing that jars the ear and tears the reader away from the almost sensous flavor of the poem.
Wonderful write, being able to write the feelings of despair with such eloquence. Knowing depression well I can see where times look their darkest. Writing has always been the way to let light in again. My heart went out to you reading this.
very powerful and well written. though i don't have tendencies toward suicide, i do have friends that have the inclination. why is it that people who do, have the talent to express themselves. very well, at that...my best friend is one of these individuals.
i hope that you have come to terms with your tendencies and have put it behind you. you write quite beautifully and it would be a waste if you were to end your life.
I try to be a poet. My writing is my therapy I think...it started to save me since I was 14 years old...and it hasnt lost its grip on me yet. I enjoy that I can share my mind with complete strangers a.. more..