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i’ve written this so many different times, usually scrawled in half fading ink, blood droplets scattered. this time, for the first time, i am writing it addressed to You. you left months ago, left without a closing goodbye. you left three days after i last tried; i didn’t even bother writing anything then. i barely had the energy to even hold the metal much less explain my disdain for the life i have always lived. my room still reeks of cigarettes and i wonder if you’ve quit. i only chainsmoke when i’m falling back in love with all the danger, discounting how unfairly i was treated. i want to know how many times you’ve lied to me, because i watched you wiggle your way out of glue traps that were sure to ensnare you. i am writing this because i think people deserve closure, not to leave without a word or explanation. my reason is simple: i have no interest in life. i have no connection to the world anymore. i have no connection to my emotions anymore. don’t blame yourself but don’t flatter yourself either.
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Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
The Fifteenth Try
i’ve written this so many different times, usually scrawled in half fading ink, blood droplets scattered. this time, for the first time, i am writing it addressed to You. you left months ago, left without a closing goodbye. you left three days after i last tried; i didn’t even bother writing anything then. i barely had the energy to even hold the metal much less explain my disdain for the life i have always lived. my room still reeks of cigarettes and i wonder if you’ve quit. i only chainsmoke when i’m falling back in love with all the danger, discounting how unfairly i was treated. i want to know how many times you’ve lied to me, because i watched you wiggle your way out of glue traps that were sure to ensnare you. i am writing this because i think people deserve closure, not to leave without a word or explanation. my reason is simple: i have no interest in life. i have no connection to the world anymore. i have no connection to my emotions anymore. don’t blame yourself but don’t flatter yourself either.
suicide tw, written for a contest with the prompt of writing a suicidal note to a lover.
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20/Non-binary/Maryland
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
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