Pencil and paper, is that all it takes?
wrong.It takes perfect words
sweet time, a million tears
strength? to write
to pour out your feelings?
to say goodbye?
letting go seems easy
til its written out
onto a clean sheet of paper
the hours you spent writing
searching for the right words
answering questions, that may be inquired
deciding when you should do it
is there ever a perfect time to go?
you’ve written several notes before
but this time it overwhelms you
your train of thought? gone?
your tears? never ending?
death? undecided?
that note will never be read.
at least not for a while.
is it not perfect yet?
or does fear take over?
it’s folded, neatly
slid away with the rest
waiting.
waiting.
for another day
6 comments
i don’t think it is ever the perfect time. are you in ny..?
it was just a poem i wrote in the moment. and what do you mean in? alive? yes for the time being
that’s interesting, fox…
i was attempting to compose a comment here earlier, which i ended up discarding, which started off with “i don’t believe in perfect words.” But what i mean is that i don’t think it’s possible to say “the perfect words” which will somehow magically prevent those who would care from feeling anguish… and there’s just too much to say anyway, and no perfect way to say it, and no perfect interpretation by others who haven’t experienced your experiences, through your own existence… which is ultimately why i stopped trying to write notes… especially not “the perfect note.” Plus, i figure that perhaps some things are better left unsaid, or unknown… to others.
If you leave any writings, they’ll scrutinize the hell out of it, and in your absence, you won’t be able to guide them to the most correct interpretation, so there’s no guarantee that anything you write will help anyone cope with your departure; it could even make things “worse” for them… even though i’m sure they’ll think it’s troubling enough, should you leave not even an attempted explanation. It’s not going to be “perfect,” either way. And to spend all that time writing something that, A) won’t accomplish the intended objective, and B) keeps you steeped in darkness… seems like not just a waste, but a way to keep yourself locked in depression, instead of spending that energy on attempted resolutions to whatever problems afflict you.
Maybe you should try to write something else. ^^
I agree full heartedly. with every thing you said but it was a poem I wrote in the moment.
I write stuff like this to get my feelings out rather than put it into a suicide note….
this perfectly describes what I have been trying to write for the past weeks
I decided to do a poem too, which is kinda funny