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I've been writing a lot of morbid stuff lately-I don't know why, but here's yet another morbid poem.
Just Help
There's people all around,
But I feel so alone,
My heart's beat into the ground,
I just want to go home,
But even home isn't safe anymore,
I never know what's in store.
Why am I the only one in such pain?
When will you return to torture me again?
I am through,
with everything I know,
I am through,
with my sad life so,
I will say goodbye,
in a letter for you,
and it will tell of,
my pain and sadness,
and of my life not worth living,
and of my despondency,
it will be my last cry for help,
just a bit too late.
I will take my own life,
I will be the master of my own destiny,
for a single second,
then I’ll be gone.
Prevent there being another sad me,
take care of another person that’s hurting,
in my name.
In my name, keep another of me safe,
from my sad fate.
I wish now, that I had told you of my tears.
I wish you had known all of my scary fears.
I was beaten down,
My will was gone,
so I wrote that letter,
and then I left.
I left this life,
forever more,
No one could have helped me,
Now I’m gone,
forever.
filed under: fear | help | pain | suicide
I'm glad somebody likes it!
I was afraid that it would be so morbid no one would be able to stand reading it!
;)
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes
I don't mind morbid things at all, really!
Sounds a little weird, I know. :D
*laughs*
I understand the sentiment exactly.
I really enjoy reading things that are morbid.
Some morbid works are really very well done.
I think about everything sad I've experienced, and that I've heard about, then try to express those sad feelings in poems.
It's kinda like my [i]tribute?[/i] to all the suffering in the world.
If that even makes sense.
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice blessed;
It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes
Personally, though I like the poem, I tend to write more fantasy and happy things. I feel like I get enough sadness in reality; why write about it too? But I DO like the poem; my thoughts shouldn't be everyone's. :)
Your poem was beautifuly written, I know how weird it sounds but I really don't mind reading morbid, as a matter of fact....I write morbid stories.
Wow....that was really good.