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Syll Mar 2020
I say my goodbye,
This is farewell,
It is my time,
Tolls the bell.

I wish to be here no longer,
I'm sorry if it's selfish.
I have over and over pondered,
I probably have a death wish.

It's my time to go,
I can't stay longer,
I love you, I hope you know,
My fear of death I conquered.

I am so sorry to do this,
My mind lost in the abyss.
I just wrote this to get the thoughts out of my head. I am NOT encouraging suicide. NOT in anyway. If you feel suicidal, please talk to someone you trust or seek professional help. Getting help really helps to get through the thoughts.
Syll Mar 2020
I didn't know what it was like,
Until this morning,
My heart stabbed by a spike,
But his soul is soaring.

When it finally sinks in,
I can't talk to him anymore,
His spirit now in Heaven,
Now and forevermore.

I didn't get to know him that well,
But seeing my father sad,
My tears that fell,
But his soul is free, and I'm glad.

Grandpa, when I said goodbye, I forgot to tell you I love you.
But my mom said that you already knew.
My grandpa Richard passed away this morning. When I said goodbye to him on Monday, seeing him in a state of what seemed like suffering, I cried. I hate "Goodbye". I hate it. I didn't get to know my grandpa to well. But it still impacted  me.
Syll Mar 2020
Sounds so deep,
Sounding so mellow,
The sounds I'll keep,
While playing my cello.

My cello's shoulder I rest my chin on,
While swaying back and forth,
My mind is far gone,
Far away from Earth.

Its song is haunting,
I don't want it to end,
It leaves me wanting,
To hear the song ascend.

I love my cello,
It has a nice slow tempo. (Sometimes)
Syll Mar 2020
I don't understand what people see in me,
I don't get why they'd want to be my friend.
I am a ball of depression, see,
The sadness for me won't end.

I can't fathom why people love me,
I don't get why people care.
I once was a cutter, see,
I hurt the people who were there.

There must be a mistake,
I'm not someone that's amazing.
I am someone to forsake,
I am nothing nothing but lazy.

I don't deserve love,
I will never be enough.
Syll Mar 2020
I am three inches tall,
I am metal scraps put together for fun.
I am a skeleton of what I could be.
It's sad really.
Then again my name is Gloom.
My head might hang low,
But I live life to the fullest.
I love being in photos,
I have an Instagram for my adventures,
But my memory bank lost the password.
This is just a random poem about my little robot I made, it will be updated sooner or later.
Syll Mar 2020
"Stop looking so lesbian."
She told her,
I hated that phrase.
We did nothing wrong.
All we did was head bump.
That's it.
Why can't friends show love for each other...
Without it being classified as something we aren't.
I don't get it.
It's frustrating.
I want to show love towards my friends without it being awkward.
It irritates me.
Why does it happen?
It shouldn't.
Syll Mar 2020
My beloved Troll Princess,
You are so weird,
But I love you anyways.
You can be annoying at times,
But that's your job.
You make me laugh,
You send me dumb memes,
And questionable Tik Toks.
You are truly the one and only.
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