Dark Poetry #1 |
Please Help Me |
Bunny Junior Member
since 2000-05-13
Posts 30 |
I thought this would make it better I thought that ending myself would make me happy I thought it could make them all see How wrong they were to hurt me Now I've done it, Now it's all ending My blood is all around me It's getting hard to breathe Then you came and saw me You fell over me, Scared and crying You say you'll miss me And then I realize The mistake I have made Letting life go means leaving you behind You say it will be ok But I can feel the pain And I see the light fading This is not what I was meant to be The last words to escape my mouth are an ungranted plea Please! Help me! |
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Lonelypoet Member
since 2000-05-10
Posts 123Conklin,NY,USA |
This poem is excellent and it reminds me of two poems: The Blood of an Angel and ON the stony path you knelt. I hope to read more like this one. |
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Bunny Junior Member
since 2000-05-13
Posts 30 |
To Lonley Poet- I have never read the poems you named, because I am relitively new to the forums, but I will try and find them! Thank you for responding! |
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Jana Tovey Member
since 2000-05-30
Posts 257USA |
Glad to see suicide being represented as a mistake. It is the ultimate waste, I feel. Who knows what the person who commits suicide could have gone on to contribute. |
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Bunny Junior Member
since 2000-05-13
Posts 30 |
Jana- I am so sorry to say this to you, but when a person decides to end thier own life they cannot see what they might becaome, they can only see what they can't and wont become. They are sick and can't see any way out except the end. It's really quite sad and as fo getting help? If the person is out of control enough to take away thier own life then what do you think the chances are of them thinking oh, I know, I can go get help from that lady! She will make it ok! It's really very sad so if you are becoming worried about a loved one you shouldnt wait for them to get help, you be thier help or else you might be too late. |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
I've had several friends do this, to much for now I'll look it up later. just to close to home. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
This poem was truly a display of RAW POWER, as far as emotion is concerned. This was an excellent exploration of current dilemmas going on in the lives of humans today. All I can say is Whoa! This one hit me hard! We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; --T.S. Eliot |
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