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Sara Ackermann Jul 2011
There is not hope for love,
No happiness in living.
Only death and darkness,
The moon and the stars.
Wars are fought,
but never won;
While old men die,
before they're one.
Trees will fall while bodies rot;
Water flows like trickling blood,
from a wound as deep and dear
As the shallow pits of greed.
Those who dare to hope at all
Start losing flesh as a lost one does;
Ripped to shreds as if by a tiger,
Ravenous and starved;

A demon.
Sara Ackermann Jul 2011
I'm so sick of it,
The scorn, the hate.
One in your voice,
The other in your eyes.
So condescending in one moment,
gently the next.
I hate it!
Whenever you want something,
You whine like a small child,
After they've already said they didn't want it.
You'll never really be an adult,
No matter how old you get.
Always criticizing,
Making comlpiments meaningless.
Cold, harsh, calculating;
You never know when to stop,
Even when people tell you.
Your kindness is annoying,
Beacuse I know it's fake.
I know you want to hurt me,
but, and yet, you don't.
Often I want to hit you,
Just to make you stop;
Or take a knife to my throat,
Just to make it end.
There are times I think
I love you
But I know that they are false,
Because it just turns back to hating you.
You'll never understand
The things that I have felt,
So don't bother trying to figure me out.
I don't care how you feel,
I don't care what you want.
Just please forget me,
And stop worrying.
Sara Ackermann Jul 2011
Who are you,
who speaks as if I do not exist?
And yet speaks of me when you
think I cannot hear?
Who are you,
who is so mean?
And thinks they are so funny,
but isn't, and nobody laughs.
Who are you,
who scolds with disdain and contept,
and is a **** when with others?
Who are you,
who thinks they can and should have
everything they want?
Who thinks they're cool, but isn't.
Who are you?
Sara Ackermann Jul 2011
Please don't see me,
Please just pass me by.
Please just let me sit here,
In this corner in the dark.
Silent as the moonlight,
Sad as dying day.
I do not want your comfort,
I only want my tears.
In loneliness I cry,
But in company I die.
Please just let me sit here,
Under the shadow of this tree.
Silent as the weeping soul,
Crying in the night.
And yet you finally find me,
Staring at the stars
On a shining moonless night.
You ask me gently,
To tell you what I've hidden
From other saddened hearts.
And so to you only,
I tell you why.
Why I've been avoiding life,
And crying in the dark.
As I tell you my whole story,
Of suicide and pain,
Of cutting, hate, and anger,
Your expression doesn't change.
It doesn't turn to worried.
It doesn't become angry.
Instead I see the gentle face
of someone kind and caring.
For the first time, it seems, in days.
For once I feel I'm safe,
A rarity for me,
And I felt as though you knew me,
not just what you see.
You've no idea
How happy I felt, right then.
I hope I feel that feeling
One more time before I die.
You told me all your secrets then,
All except for one.
The next day I found out,
What that secret was.
You committed suicide,
Not knowing you were loved
By the last person
That you had tightly hugged.
Tomorrow I will join you,
Way up there above.
For I cannot stand living on,
While you are gone.
So I say with my last breath:
I love you,
And I can't live without you here.

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