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Jul 2011 · 467
The Poor One
Sara Ackermann Jul 2011
All she wants to do is cry,
then painlessly die,
and wither away.
Fade into the fullness
of the backs of people's minds,
disappearing from their hearts.
Half a mind to stab herself,
half a mind to live.
Never truly sure.
Always fighting,
forever hating,
not knowing how to love,
or trust beyond a doorway.
Wishing just for silence,
but finding those moments fleeting.
Disliking herself,
and therefore loathing others.
Never really wanting,
never truly...
needing.
She has all she could ever want,
but feels it is to much.
Never having money,
never having hope.
She is indeed poor,
with a dagger through her heart.
Jul 2011 · 3.1k
The Unfairness of Being
Sara Ackermann Jul 2011
Why do people die,
when they have something to live for?
And why do people live,
when they have something to die for?

A woman dies whe she has
children to live for,
And a daughter lives when she has
her brother to die for.

The woman dies of illness,
while her children wander homeless.
The daughter lives in sorrow,
because she could not save her brother's life.

The woman lived in poverty,
so she had no money for doctor or medicine.
The daughter loved her brother,
but it was not quite enough.

Both outcomes are sad.
The children live homeless.
The daughter is depressed

In the end, they die.
Jul 2011 · 517
Random Bits
Sara Ackermann Jul 2011
Boredom kills the lively soul.

While the sleeping spirit cries
for freedom.

Will someone **** me now?

The hand trembles in despair,
wanting to weep tears of blood.
The pen, poised ever so slightly,
to write the last one loved.

Tis better to fail than succeed,
sometimes.
Jul 2011 · 816
Why Bother...
Sara Ackermann Jul 2011
Why bother living?
If you're only going to hate.
Why bother loving?
If you'll only be betrayed.
Why bother trying?
If you're only going to fail.
Why bother?
There's nothing and no one to live for.
these days.
There's nobody who will love you,
as they did in old times.
There's nothing to try for,
When it all goes to waste.
No reason to live.
No reason to love.
No reason to try.
So why bother?
Jul 2011 · 476
Nothing
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.
Jul 2011 · 1.9k
Irritation
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.
Jul 2011 · 464
Who Are You?
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?
Jul 2011 · 711
Love and Suicide
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.

— The End —