Save Me
Somebody save me from this horrible place,
please take away the bricks in my bag,
stacking up like the Empire State Building on top of me.
The remedy provides a shore relief,
but it can never heal the internal scars,
that have been placed upon me for eternity.
The inebriant is a brief solution,
but it shall never take away,
the dreadful nightmares that have been given to me.
Somebody save me from this horrid blasphemy,
please answer my calling and questioning,
of why all pernicious baggage is placed on me.
The irrational thought of self-immolation,
is beginning to take over my piteous life,
which I fear will eventually take me away.
Nobody can know how dejected one must feel,
in order to go into that ghastly state,
of being undisputably self-destructive.
So somebody save me from this horrible place,
that keeps stacking my bricks higher and higher,
or else finally I will have to take the bag off.
(2013)
Ok so i realize that a couple of my poems so far have been about suicide. Just as a note i am not suicidal this is based on people that i have known who were suicidal at one time or another.
