Stay.
You think you don't deserve to say
That you need help.
You think
The world
Owes you this.
This one small justice.
You want to die.
Well so do I.
Every day.
But I fight.
I fight.
Even though I don't want too
I know I should.
So I do.
Clawing, snarling,
Out of the words
That are drowning me.
The hugs and kisses
Just as smothering
As chloroform cloths.
You think
I don't think
About death?
I'm the one who said
"Maybe I'll jump out of my window"
I'm the one that said
"Why God, why can't you take me"
But I fought those feelings.
I still do.
So you must too.
Death
Is not owed to us.
Death is taken from us by the cruel antagonist
That is Life.
Like the lights at the end of a long tunnel Death awaits.
You deserve to say something.
You talk to someone.
Anyone.
Death is not deserving
Of your life just yet.
As much as you wish
To see those lights
THE
Light of Death,
You must wait.
Because we're
Still hurtling
Through the darkness
Of Life.
Hi guys. So not to steal JuneinWinter's idea or anything, but I went digging through my old Word documents and found this poem that I wrote for a friend a year or so ago. It's really bad, but think of this as...TBT. Please excuse any grammatical errors.
-Grey_Orchids
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Tales of a Drowning Soul
PoetryThese are poems that will be happy, sad, odd, and many other things. They might be long or they might be short. And most likely they will be free verse. Also, most of them are about feelings, thoughts, things I'm going through, etc. (Some mature...
