Deep deaths and empty lives,
emptiness found deep in with one.
Procrastinating about ending it all
resting your wrists and,
Ensuring your friends you’re okay.
saying sorry all the time,
Suicide always on the mind
identity hidden by the sadness,
Obsolete to all around,
nothing can pull you out of the ground.
Earth bound, by lost love,
masquerading behind a smile.
Paralysed by fear of losing,
the manuscript of my life.
Ill faith showing at every turn,
noble lies out shine truths.
Electing to end it all,
suicide always on the mind.
Saying hello to the end.


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crazy enough
over 7 years

to lay in the depths of utter despair and turmoil... to face the truth and reality.... I have read quite a bit of your poetry now and your quite dark and eloquent in your form. Your writing is very raw and for that i thank you for sharing!

steven t.
over 7 years

before i read this i was just thinking...i wonder if my last
breath will be as sweet as my first...

Cory Garcia
over 7 years

You may find it dated but here is something from a poet I admire... so much so that I commissioned someone to paint an icon for me which hangs in my favorite writing place...The Poetry of St. John of the Cross
the Spanish mystic who found meaning in the 'dark night of the soul.'One dark night,
fired with love's urgent longings
- ah, the sheer grace! -
I went out unseen,
my house being now all stilled.In darkness, and secure,
by the secret ladder, disguised,
- ah, the sheer grace! -
in darkness and concealment,
my house being now all stilled.On that glad night,
in secret, for no one saw me,
nor did I look at anything,
with no other light or guide
than the one that burned in my heart.This guided me
more surely than the light of noon
to where he was awaiting me
- him I knew so well -
there in a place where no one appeared.O guiding night!
O night more lovely than the dawn!
O night that has united
the Lover with his beloved,
transforming the beloved in her Lover.Upon my flowering breast
which I kept wholly for him alone,
there he lay sleeping,
and I caressing him
there in a breeze from the fanning cedars.When the breeze blew from the turret,
as I parted his hair,
it wounded my neck
with its gentle hand,
suspending all my senses.I abandoned and forgot myself,
laying my face on my Beloved;
all things ceased; I went out from myself,
leaving my cares
forgotten among the lilies.- interpretations can be more subjective than objective - keep the passion alive

Lady Nire
over 7 years

Thanks, I do as well belive I can :D

over 7 years

powerful! believe that you will overcome this, as i believe you can. :)

clara lea
almost 8 years


clara lea
almost 8 years

sounds about right there sally :)
lady nire should really listen to this

clara lea
almost 8 years


clara lea
almost 8 years

goodbye end, you seem like an amazing person what ever is going on it will pass

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