I’m not here,
I’m not there.
You can’t find me anywhere.
I have left,
I have gone.
Cause everyday
made my life wrong.
What people do,
what people say.
†I hate uâ€,
†Go away.â€
I tried to keep calm,
and have no fear.
But it got too much,
so i disappeared.
I took a rope,
and made a bow.
Put it around my neck,
and just let go.
For a second there was pain,
but soon there was no more.
As the life in me left,
my body went limp and poor.
Nobody knows,
nobody cares.
I’m transparent,
as thin as air.
People’s words,
as clear as song.
But because of them,
I am gone
4 comments
This is really good
thank you very much
I’ve said ‘story of my life’ about multiple things. . . but I think this is the best one. Well said and very true.
thank you for saying so. i put my feelings in my writing. lots of times i dont know what im feeling. i just write. then i read the words that come out. i try to make people understand. let them feel the emotions. have them feel the tears being held back and the bulge in their throats as they try not to cry.