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IM A BROKEN MIRROR
I smile to make you happy,
even tho i have stopped trying
to make myself that way...
I smile to convince you that im ok,
I smile to keep you from worrying
about me because
im really not as important as you say,
I smile because im afraid
of the way i truly feel inside...
I smile to hide that inside...
I am crying - I am dying - for you!
I leave a trail of silent tears,
from all my silent silent fears;
because you cant hear my
screams of pain an suffering can you?
I didn't think so!
Im a broken mirror
reflecting the emotions you want to see.
While inside i am breaking down
i am Lonely and i have given up...
Suicidal thoughts flash through my head
like black fireflies in the dark of night,
under the moons mystifying light,
landing and bringing back the darkness
leaving traces of UN-decreasing pain
I've been through hell...
you just can't see...
My razor kissed and
crimson bloody wrists.
My silent tears,
My silent fears,
Hidden in the darkness
To shy to stray into the light
And that is why tonight,
One more kiss upon that wrist
Will have a deeper meaning
Than all the rest.
It will set me at bay
In the place i truly belong.
y final resting place.
Away from the pain of light,
Where i truly belong.
Six feet under....
In my own little world,
in my own new home
-My coffin
Six feet under is where i truly belong
Thats why I'm now dead,
Thats why I'm now gone!
even tho i have stopped trying
to make myself that way...
I smile to convince you that im ok,
I smile to keep you from worrying
about me because
im really not as important as you say,
I smile because im afraid
of the way i truly feel inside...
I smile to hide that inside...
I am crying - I am dying - for you!
I leave a trail of silent tears,
from all my silent silent fears;
because you cant hear my
screams of pain an suffering can you?
I didn't think so!
Im a broken mirror
reflecting the emotions you want to see.
While inside i am breaking down
i am Lonely and i have given up...
Suicidal thoughts flash through my head
like black fireflies in the dark of night,
under the moons mystifying light,
landing and bringing back the darkness
leaving traces of UN-decreasing pain
I've been through hell...
you just can't see...
My razor kissed and
crimson bloody wrists.
My silent tears,
My silent fears,
Hidden in the darkness
To shy to stray into the light
And that is why tonight,
One more kiss upon that wrist
Will have a deeper meaning
Than all the rest.
It will set me at bay
In the place i truly belong.
y final resting place.
Away from the pain of light,
Where i truly belong.
Six feet under....
In my own little world,
in my own new home
-My coffin
Six feet under is where i truly belong
Thats why I'm now dead,
Thats why I'm now gone!
Another One Bites It
Our youth are in trouble if they seek solace in someone unworthy of their lifetime. This is the second suicide poem I've read today. Get even, live! - Maybe we should all write a poem from the grave. No. Too much a chance of saying something relevant ~~A~~