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Leaving silently
The few people who still interact with me treat me like shit
The more I try to be happy, the more depressed that I get
I'd ask the whole world, just this once, for a little help
But that would be acting as if someone cared about this little whelp
I've stopped 4 people from suicide, more from self-harm
Yet nobody is going to attempt to stop me, no sounding the alarm
The one who cares for everyone is the one who is remembered the least
at least it makes it easy to slip to deceased
I've been drowning for many years, but I've finally stopped screaming
Because an worry from outside doesn't happen even while dreaming
So this is it, goodbye, I won't close the door violently
I'll die how I live and feel, I'll be leaving silently
The more I try to be happy, the more depressed that I get
I'd ask the whole world, just this once, for a little help
But that would be acting as if someone cared about this little whelp
I've stopped 4 people from suicide, more from self-harm
Yet nobody is going to attempt to stop me, no sounding the alarm
The one who cares for everyone is the one who is remembered the least
at least it makes it easy to slip to deceased
I've been drowning for many years, but I've finally stopped screaming
Because an worry from outside doesn't happen even while dreaming
So this is it, goodbye, I won't close the door violently
I'll die how I live and feel, I'll be leaving silently
A big slap across the face
A big slap across the face whack!
Wake up!
youre all you need!
so dont go making lilttle things bbig my dear angel of mercy it's a lonely honerable life
trying to stay strong
But, if you break there is always another angel there
be the strong person you are and smile more it helps,
i know the feeling of wasted bbeauty stop entertaining the idea
self wallowing gets tiring then the mud tends to hold you down don't let it stick
wash it clean and walk lightly you are a worthy wonderful being! Hugss ;)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Welcome to my life
It always seems that the more you try to care about everyone else, the more selfish everyone else gets...
Ironic, that...
If you need a friend, there are more than enough of us on postpoems to lend a hand, shoulder, or ear, so all you need to do is reach out for one of us.
Become a postpoemie and we'll all hold you up when the world gets too heavy.
From the postpoetic collaboration "The Rhythm in the Rhyme"
Music yearns to grasp the soul
Of every victim it consoles
To every lover in the throes
Of sharing life with those they hold
To ignore the world and live in bliss
If only for one blessed moment
To tell the world to know from this
You're not alone in agony
We poets share your tragedy
To effervesce the beating hearts
When all of life is torn apart
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
this is how most people feel
this is how most people feel ,used ,abused,des any body know how i feel
does an body care. well youve got a friend in the wordman
ron
ron parrish
Well, we don't know each
Well, we don't know each other well but I definitely care... And I would hope that I never treat you poorly.
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Thank you :) That means so
Thank you :)
That means so much to me.
~Love, Poisonous
Hey, if you ever need a
Hey, if you ever need a friend to talk to shoot me a pm. I'd be happy to listen. And I won't judge...
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Thanks again, I will! I know
Thanks again, I will! I know I must sound completely crazy...Trust me, I'm not, I've just had a pretty rough time recently.
~Love, Poisonous
Hey, I sound crazy a lot. its
Hey, I sound crazy a lot. its all allowed wih poetry. Good to let the darker feelings out in paper../ :)
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Friends of Distinction
We write it all, high/low, big/low, great/low - all the spectrum of emotions - venting is good, ranting and peevishness is not strong imagery - I like strong sharp images:
I hate my shadow
follows me like a knife
above meat.
.
I sing of suicide
and wish a car would
do the deed late night
jumping a curb.
.
I dream of after living
I hum the tune
in a low subtle voice.
The pride of death
is the shape of my
shadow, the hope
of last breaths
and some peace.
.
~~A~~
07-12-13
11:52a