Maybe I was too calm.
When I heard that you had passed.
I found out 2 months after your funeral,
And truth be told, I regret that I never knew.
Normally, I can sense you, the dead.
But I couldn't feel you. I sensed all the others that died,
But not you.
I feel awful that I didn't say goodbye.
And when you entered the spirit world,
I didn't say hello.
But when I found out, you where there for me.
And then I could sense you with me.
You helped me through so much,
In those 2 weeks.
You'll be glad to know, when I'm lonely,
I cry.. "Matt! Matt! Help me please!!"
But you no longer come.
You have completely passed on,
perhaps rein
To feel, To seek, To end it. by bexify, literature
Literature
To feel, To seek, To end it.
For all the years to come and pain to keep,
the sorrow inside me I shall not see.
Heightened pain that makes this a fantasy,
Easier to die in a an unforeseen way.
Today this shall be my end.
My journey is far too complex.
Just to escape this dying feeling,
Would be a miracle for me, My dear.
Left with one choice and only one,
Let me just do this in peace.
No one can stop my pain.
No one can stop my actions.
It's all mine, and I am TIRED.
Goodbye to you my dear.
You wont miss me, you'd want the same.
I'm just another person on your 'problem list',
Nothing real or loveable to see.
Back and fourth the pain is slicing,
all I am
I'm that girl that sat on the corner seat of the back row of the classroom. The girl whom everybody kept away from just because of the way she looked and how different she appeared to be. Everyday her personality and her self confidence grew dim. That bright flashing light, slowly fading away.
I'm that girl whom you thought was just a loser and didn't want any friends.
As, I cannot explain myself now, having to live everyday, being beaten.
Abused, terrified, for almost every second of my day.
Even though school was a horror, in a terrible way, it was a cause to escape my terrible life.
I kept real quite in school. I just kept to myself.
Blackened hole.
Completely oblivious.
To the fact your so down.
And you cannot get out.
Only, time can get you out of it.
No matter what anyone says,
Or does.
But it's the amount of time people,
Get worried about.
Before its too late,
You've killed yourself.
Perhaps, it doesn't matter if you die now.
You're dying right now. Every second passes.
Every minute you think you have, you are dying.
We can't escape death.
Some just want to die.
Like you,
Do you know why?
Do you want to talk about it?
Do you want to stop feeling like shit?
Or would you rather go and die.
People think, its an act of weakness.
But it isn't, to you.
E M O T I O N A L - R O L L E R C O A S T E R .
We all love our emotional art. Pictures can express what we feel easier than what words can portray. Here are a few pictures I have collected during the year :) All of these artists have done a fantastic job with each and every photograph and should be acknowledged!
Please, enjoy!
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