Please Don't

Stop making pain into poetry my blood was never beautiful, it was just red

The lines on my wrists and my thighs aren't battle scars. They’re signs of weakness, of when I gave in to my own mind

My broken heart was never poetic it just hurt like hell and left me with too many pieces to put back together

When she left me I didn’t realize I was a strong independent person, I realized I needed her more than ever

When I pulled the trigger, when I took that last pill, when I jumped, it wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t a beautiful ending. It was a god damn shame

That these things are romanticized, that they are portrayed as tragically beautiful, something to write songs about

These things are real, and these things hurt. So please, don’t pick up a pen and write a poem about my untimely death. Just promise me you won’t make suffering seem glamorous

Author's Note

Please tell me if there is any way I can improve this, I'm open to criticism.

Reviews

[Amelia May]

extremely strong.
extremely sad.
but extremely well written.
Please continue. =)

[Lily Miller]

Thank you!

[modtoddinc]

Very strong. Vivid. Descriptive. Deep feeling. Real. I am very impressed with this poem. You capture the feelings from a personal point of view that allows the reader to see within the protagonists mind and feel with them. Keep writing and sharing.

~peace, Todd

[Isabel25]

Well, you done exactly opposite of what the protagonist has said and has beautifully romanticized her misery. This does not seem to require any improvement or changes. It is intense and deep and tragic the way it should be. I hope this is not autobiographical, or e if it is, then that you are okay now. Poetry has healing powers.
Keep writing girl :)

[Lily Miller]

Thank you so much!

[lostnstars]

wow, i really loved this piece, it's beautifully written and it's strong af. please keep on writing, you're amazing :)

[Lily Miller]

Thank you!