Beautiful Nightmare Posted November 8, 2003 Report Posted November 8, 2003 Get away from life Pick up the knife Its gleaming touch it Look at you wrist and slit In a heap I lay Death is on its way. Nothing left to be Suicide was for me No note to say why Why should I explain how I used to try? How I used to cry and scream How I thought dying was a pleasant dream. You never noticed you didn’t care, How my mind would bend and tear Horrible thoughts corrupted my mind And the reason to this I could not find. Friends, family do not mourn I am happy, no longer torn.
Beautiful Nightmare Posted November 8, 2003 Author Report Posted November 8, 2003 Thanks brian you gotta stop using those one liners hun! Zoom!
Appy Posted November 8, 2003 Report Posted November 8, 2003 *hugs* very blunt, I like! topic is a bit eerie for me still, but you handle it well hun, keep them comming
ImmortalGrace Posted November 8, 2003 Report Posted November 8, 2003 very good sis. sounds like something i would have written def. keep them coming. *hugs*
DL_Snake Posted November 9, 2003 Report Posted November 9, 2003 Hey there girl..long time no see... vert well written indeed...very emphatic
Yatsuna13 Posted November 13, 2003 Report Posted November 13, 2003 i like it... in my poems i tend to end happily, to me death is a pleasant dream that i hope someday will end in reality and my curiousity of what death is will
Merelas Posted November 13, 2003 Report Posted November 13, 2003 This is so sad... again, I'm reminded of my previous thoughts about suicide... and how they were totally wrong. Very well written, lots of emotion, and good imagery. Well done, and I hope to see more!
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