#lastpoem
I take hold of the black cord I wear around my neck
I never take it off, for when I need it I know it will be there
Either one of my hands has a grip on it
And I pull tight and hold my breath
Soon I won't even have to breath
Then I black out slowly...
I'm fading into black
Into the darkness
I'm falling
I want to see him smile though that means I have to leave...
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
Now that I'm awake, I once again realised what I've lost.
I guess I'm just used to being used around and tossed.
If you can make mistakes, but I can't...
I just keep wondering who really is my friend.
Now that I'm sober, I can finally see them appart.
Those who dropped me when things got hard.
Those who are still near me even though I made a fuss.
All aline, an empty line, no one cares thus...
All alone an empty world with only those who are near.
Forced to care by blood or court, I'm seeing so clear.
Am I so difficult to love, in moments of despair.
With come and go perspective, I just don't think it's fair.
All those who read this might understand.
For this last poem, is for all those who denied my hand.
All alone at last, I will finally give up on you.
For I am human, nothing more, no one understands me too.
For this last poem I will walk alone, awake my rust.
For it will be hard for me to ever, ever gain more trust.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC