I'm
sorry for this, for my leaving. This isn't one of those suicides
where the person thinks no one cares about them. I know this will
hurt you all, whoever you may be, a lot. See, I know people care
about me, I just have trouble figuring out who. Lately I've just been
feeling... shadowed. Like that little sun that always shined over me
was permanently snuffed, like there's nothing left for me in the
world, I've had my happiness, its gone now. Reading over what I have
so far, I'm much too calm sounding. I'm bawling my eyes out and
shaking so much I'm flabbergasted (there, I used that word for the
last time.) I've just been feeling dark, and I'd like to compare
myself to the moon. The moon has no light of it's own, it's merely
rocks and dust and ice, the sun reflecting off it is what makes it
shine. Well, you are all my light, but the sun doesn't need to the
moon, the Earth does. I like the think the moon and the earth are
lovers, eternally dancing, and the moon cares for Earth, but Earth
would be okay without the moon, maybe a little thrown off, a little
confused at first, but the sun would be fine. Well, I realized I'm
just the moon, I'm not necessary. Did you know the moon is slowly
drifting away from Earth?
Everyone
talks about the dark side of the moon, and I know if you could argue
with this note, you'd say it's only the dark side. But, all the moon
is is dark, the light wwe see isn't it's own. The light, the
happiness you've seen on me was merely a reflection of your own. I am
nothing but rocks and dust and ice.
I
am not the sun, nor will I ever be. The moon cannot turn into a star,
you have to be born that way, that's why there's infinitely more
stars than moons in the universe, just like there are infinitely more
people who don't commit suicide than people who do.
So
I'm sorry, but I'm a moon, I have to go. Maybe at night, when you
look up at the sky and see the moon, feel sorry for it. No, don't
think of me, please, don't, go on with your own sunny lives. But feel
sorry for the moon, she knows loneliness and darkness, though she
can't escape.
So
this is goodbye. I'm sorry if your tides are strange for a while, I'm
sorry if your lives are of balance for a while. But I'm not sunny.
Oh my...what a sad piece, yet it really hits home.
I loved the metaphors in this piece. Each paragraph seemed to tell a story of its own, and spoke their own words. It was very beautifully written, yet quite devestating. I really hope these weren't your actual thoughts, more merely a characters. I always feel the worst of sympathy for those who think such words.
One of my friends thought about suicide, and almost attempted it. She as well knew that people would miss her, but she was convinced we'd get over it soon enough. Sudicide is such a selfish thing. Because death can never be forgotten.
A very sad piece, yet relatable. Wonderful write.
Wow- very powerful, dark, emotional- exposing our most vulnerable sides, fear, sadness, depression- but when you compare to that of the moon- it truly becomes an intricate piece of poetry. I love your metaphors and the depth that you go to with this poem. However, that being said- I've known suicide only too well & have lost 2 irreplaceable friends & family- Thank you for posting this piece- but please always know that there is so much more to life than just darkness- and beleive me, my writes are pretty dark as well.
I lost two brothers to suicide one year apart. No-one knew they were scare and ready to face death. The story is true for many. Each of us can take more or less. Title caught my attention and the story broke my heart. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote
I feel like they typos were created, recognized, then purposely overlooked. It gave it almost a nervous and "shaking of the hand as it wrote" feeling to the writer, almost someone who merely dashed down their thoughts on paper the slid the paper away, walked away, and never turned back even just to reread it because they knew that such a simple feat of recognizing their own thoughts would cause them to crumble.
Whether it was intentional or not, it was nice.
The story itself was very good, a lot of metaphors, anologies, and symbolism that was on the surface and even some in the core.
I'm assuming these aren't your own thoughts because I feel like you'd know better than to think in such tunnel vision (yes, broad tunnel vision, but tunnel vision nonetheless).
Stunning job Sophie
This is a great read. I was captured right from the get go. It was amazingly beautiful. It was sad, but the words were just capturing. you could feel the emotions, but you were so caught up in what the words said you flowed freely with them. I never rate things, but I'm rating this 100/100. It was just perfect.
Oh the moon is more important than you realize! It controls the tides, dictates seasonous stuff, the Earth is all outta whack without its precious moon. Ever read Life As We Knew It? lol, this is brilliant Sophie. I love how elegantly you express such remorse and how fully you extend your solar metaphor. I did see that in your second to last sentence, you forgot the word 'out', I believe. "I'm sorry if your tides are strange for a while, I'm sorry if your lives are [out] of balance for a while." Other than that, a lovely write. Thank you.
I actually meant off balance, but either way its a typo lol
And I know the moon is important, .. read moreI actually meant off balance, but either way its a typo lol
And I know the moon is important, but, without the earth there'd be no moon, and without the sun there'd be no earth (well, it'd be a lifeless rock) and I figured the moon is the least necessary thing
12 Years Ago
haha well what I meant was that everything is equally important in the delicate balance of life and .. read morehaha well what I meant was that everything is equally important in the delicate balance of life and you can't exactly put an order to it. But I understand your point. Regardless, it's a very elegantly remorseful write. :)
12 Years Ago
Thanks for your review, by the way, i forgot to say that lol
Oh my...what a sad piece, yet it really hits home.
I loved the metaphors in this piece. Each paragraph seemed to tell a story of its own, and spoke their own words. It was very beautifully written, yet quite devestating. I really hope these weren't your actual thoughts, more merely a characters. I always feel the worst of sympathy for those who think such words.
One of my friends thought about suicide, and almost attempted it. She as well knew that people would miss her, but she was convinced we'd get over it soon enough. Sudicide is such a selfish thing. Because death can never be forgotten.
A very sad piece, yet relatable. Wonderful write.
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