Foolish Of Me To Have Never

Foolish Of Me To Have Never

A Poem by Sunflower

All of it begins to pierce inward,
the walls crashing down without a word,
All of the drops of depression coming from my eyes,
this all leads to the end of my time.

Alone in need of hope,
every scar begins to remind me how to cope,
the shear terror will arise again,
once one finds out the rumors will never end.

No matter what they say to my face,
everything still falls apart taking me miles further than my starting place,
Why does it all punch me where I am weak,
now I know there is no true hope to seek.

How could I be so damn stupid to trust,
I thought there had to be someone for me or at least that much,
Now knifes are thrown with my back being turned,
and foolish me to have never learned.

Thousands of screams fill my skull,
each said thing making my blade sharpened and less dull,
Who didn't listen for my cries and screams,
only everyone ignored me it seems.

Trapped desperate for a way out,
the blade in my hand and tape on my mouth,
I am going to make myself feel everything until I am dead,
Tomorrow thoughts will creep in of what you should have done...

it's too late I am getting ready for my coffin bed.

© 2012 Sunflower


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So sad.(try to gather strength,ul surely get over it.
and do not worry.the saying What goes around comes back around is true.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Added on April 25, 2012
Last Updated on April 25, 2012
Tags: bullies, bullied, suicide, death, learning, blades, scars, rumors, past haunting you

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Sunflower
Sunflower

Kendallville, IN



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27. About to be divorced from my abuser. Trying to heal, and still searching to find who my true self is and where my soul feels peace. My life is a constant battle of how tough can I truly be. I have.. more..

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