Cry for Help

I give up,
Sound the retreat.
Stand down men,
Hold your guns.
This war is over.
The battle is done.

I can't go on like this,
It isn't ending soon.
This is the last poem I write,
My words no longer have any fight.
My world is gone.
My worlds at end.
So I say goodbye,
To those I call friend.

I don't want to hurt,
I don't want to cry.
Neither should you,
Happen I die.

It's been fun,
It's been real.
But my time is up,
I've had my feel.
Go on without me,
Your stronger than I.
Show your true person,
And never be shy.

Don't get hurt like I did today.
Hide your heart.
Tuck it away.
I wore my heart upon my sleeve,
And weak and brittle it made me.
So broken that I can barely breathe.

It's the end,
Goodbye farewell.
It's surprising how things work out,
So suddenly spinning worlds about.
I didn't need a gun or a knife,
All I needed was her, to end my life.

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

I simply love your style with writing! It is sad how a simple person can be the end of us, drive us to the edge to where we feel we have given all of us and cannot go on anymore. This is the tragedy that love brings to many and it is heartbreaking. How we would kill to have that one special person back with us, to make us happy...to help us live again. Such beauty this holds...

[Crifa]

Thank You!