The End

A poem I wrote when I was going through a hard time.

I forgot how much relief my bestfriend gave me

it's been so long since i've hugged it tightly in my palm

it missed me, i could tell

it looked up at me convincing me to use it

i didn't think twice, i did what it wanted.

as soon as it touched my skin i felt a sudden rush

the rush i've been missing out on for far too long

the pain doesn't phase me enough

it's getting easier to deal with each time

it's getting to the point when it's not what i want

but more, more than just a mark

it seems as if something more permanant is better,

something that'll take the pain away forever

in this choice there's no looking back

once i've made this decision that's it

there's no more pain and suffering,

but there's also no more life

no more life to explore the things i've always wanted,

that seems fine with me though.

if only i got through life easier in the past

maybe just maybe i'd be okay today.

but noone makes it easier for me,

i try and take it day by day but it only gets worse

i can't blame anyone else but myself

noone else sees the pain i hide day in and day out.

when i'm alone the things i think about are insane

i question if what i'm feeling is true

would i really go that far and make myself happier?

would i really risk hurting everyone i love?

then i think, well who really does care?

and why am i even here?

i was a mistake, and i sure do get treated like one.

i can't remember a time when i was okay,

when i wokeup feeling completely refreshed

there's always something on my mind,

i'm always doubting myself.

i don't want to live like this anymore,

even if it means not living at all..

Author's Note

what do you think?

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

Life is more than just about living, it's about being alive..

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. with every dream comes a risk ... the risk that it might not come true ... we have to be brave enough ... is my take ... and i agree ... living for the sake of living is not a fun idea ...