My mind is a labyrinth,
One that cannot be solved,
My emotions are overflowing, but my distress is unresolved,
“bang, bang!” farewell world, I was never strong enough,
My pale white hands were smooth,
But my inner self was rough,
Now I’m floating onward, and my body’s left behind,
It’s so hard to be a saint in this world that’s so unkind,
I’ll come right back to haunt you, so please don’t shed a tear,
Just because I’m dead doesn’t mean I have to disappear
THE COME BACK KID
Not to diminish your stature, but there's always, always redemption in even the most sad poem you write, optimism, joi de vivre, something alive and well - but suicide is not painless and we have all considered it as a thing, not an act (I hope). You captured something here. - Welcome indeed - allets
thanks.
thank you
Amazing
a suicidal tendency expressed very well....welcome to postpoems!!
SoulKritiC
thank you sir! I'm excited to
thank you sir! I'm excited to get my poetry out there for others to see.