Maybe I Will

The one thing I do hope you realize, high-and-mighties, is that I hate you all.

Kill myself.

Kill myself?

Maybe I will.

What would you do then?

What would you do

When you saw my dead face,

Knowing you were the reason why?

Wrists like fragile paper,

But bleeding out

In one dark and messy puddle.

What would you do then?

What would you do

When you saw your reflection in my personal quagmire,

Knowing I did it just for you?

My eyes unseeing,

Looking blindly to the ceiling

And breaking cracks in your shocked sobriety.

What would you do then?

What would you do

When you felt yourself unraveling in front of me,

Naked to my corpse's rueful charms?

You'd find a note on my chest,

Hatefully scrawled out to you,

Proving just how bitter I really was.

What would you do then?

What would you do

When you broke down in front of everyone,

Knowing your words murdered me?

You lay in the bathroom,

Beside my freezing body,

Speechless and gutted by the impact you had.

What would they do then?

What would they do

When they realized you were just like me,

And I am who you became?

Kill myself.

Kill myself?

Maybe I will.

Author's Note

A testament to all the numbskulls who can't fathom the impact their words may have. This poem is directed at a girl I absolutely hate who did tell me to kill myself in a fairly blunt way, and a fellow writers work got me thinking about it again.

Reviews

[Wall of Words]

Wow. Told you to kill yourself? That's a bit extreme. Haha. It was a very nice poem. My favorite part is:
"Kill myself.
Kill myself?
Maybe I will."
The twisted in love story is a nice touch as well.
Good poem. :)
Sylvia.

[Riley Bray]

Thanks Sylvia. :)