I've thought about it,
For years now,
Sometimes for weeks on end,
The possibilities,
Nothing concrete,
Just the idea,
Just dreaming about the ways,
I could bring my world,
To a sudden and permanent stop,
Indulging in thoughts,
Of soft, brown earth,
Over my eyes,
As I watch the world,
From some place else,
Where the pain,
Can't eat away at my insides,
And reality is just a dream,
To my dimmly lit eyes,
Then, will they understand,
What they did to me,
That they cut too deep,
And took too much,
Despite all the warning signs,
The fatigue and distance,
My pale cheeks and thinning figure,
The loss of interest,
In all that I once loved,
The pure lifelessness,
So clear, so obvious,
That they were too blind and ignorant to see...
...Maybe I should,
Just so they will realise
©Nicola-Isobel H. 20.01.2011
