What could you say,
if your daughter ever got raped?
or say your son was a mass murderer,
or had a life you couldn’t escape?
What could you say,
if your body was so broken,
because your father beat you,
and called you names the remain unspoken?
what could you say
if you fell into depression
became bulimic or anorexic
because of your body’s imperfections?
what could you say,
if tear came to my eyes?
would you hold me tightly in your arms?
or simply watch me cry
what could you say
if my words came to an end?
Would you help me recover from broken hopes
and help me make amends
what would you say
if I were never here
would you continue on with everyday life
as I slowly disappear?
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Monday, March 10, 2008
Graveyard Suicide
Category: Writing and Poetry
Graveyard Suicide
written by acs 1/1/08
I walked through the local cemetery last night
It was so quiet, everyone was at peace
I felt so welcome, so at home
there among the deceased
I begun thinking, why do I continue on
why do I inhale even one more breath
when all I dream of is the eternal slumber
that can only be brought about by death
Grief and pain are the only inhabitants
of a soul which would otherwise be an empty space
Was it time for the end?
This was the choice which I faced
After all, everyday is merely a continuation
of the one which preceded it
There have been times when I felt slightly hopeful
but there was never any hope when I most needed it
And there is little I wish to recall
the years are wrought with sadness
I've lost my mind, a million times
but I always find it again within madness
As my heart has drifted along
I knew it could not stay afloat
with each day that passed
I felt it sink deeper in misery's boat
So there, amongst the dead
I came to the conclusion
That it was time to bring
an end to my life's illusions
The blood flowed like a river
as I took a razor to my wrist
I would have made preparations, said good-byes
but, I doubt I'll be missed
It became so cold
as everything went black
for the first time, I felt peace
because I knew there was no going back
No hope. No dreams. No anything.
I had no further reason to try
I no longer wished to live
I do not regret the decision I made to die