Hi Guys,
This is just going to be short and sweet. First off I am sorry that I didn’t post my weekly post yesterday. I completely forgot and I was so tired. Anywho here I am. Yay….
How are you guys?
How am I? Um well… Not so good. It’s so tempting to go… It’s so tempting to say goodbye… It’s so tempting…
Here’s a poem:
My feet hit the soft carpet
I look up at myself
Tears streaming down my face
I look at myself in the mirror for the last time.
I brush my hair to make it look good
I put the brush down and pick up the dress.
I pick up the white laced dress
I cut along my whole arm for the last time.
I turn on my computer
I send my goodbyes
I whisper Au Revoir into the silence
I close my eyes for the last time.
They wake up in the morning
Suspecting nothing to be wrong
Oh were they surprised
They see my body for the last time.
People at school get the message.
Some are shocked.
Some are surprised.
They read my hand written original message for the last time.
Some of my friends don’t know what to do.
Some of my friends don’t know what to feel.
Some of my friends don’t know what to think.
They let go of me for the last time.
They remember me.
They think of me.
They still love me.
But not for the last time.
Talk to you soon….
10 comments
I can’t help but laugh. Way too attention seeky 😀
Right, Dredd, but what is suicide and thoughts of self destruction, but obsessive thinking about the self and needing attention. Needing to be recognized or seen or felt or accepted by others.
First off “It’s so tempting to go”. It is. It is always tempting to go. Sometimes too tempting. Suicide is the worst stalker. Suicide is a stalker nothing can be done about. The good thing is, you haven’t said goodbye yet. Which is good. I’ve pretty much said goodbye to everybody in my life. Except for a few select, which may never get a goodbye, quite possibly out of my own weakness.
Second off. Poetry is good and one of the best ways to express yourself and for others to comprehend the emotion. It is really beautiful. Very story-like with an image that just sticks to the reader. It’s like a scene. Just the last scene that has to happen, right? The preparation. Then the death. I’ll just put that out there bluntly.
But then I read the ending where your friends are going to miss you, then won’t know what to ‘Do, Feel, or Think’ like you say. That’s the hardest part, is leaving somebody in that position. And then the very last line ‘But not for the last time’, it just all comes together. It’s a personal belief the ending of my life won’t destruct the beginning of another’s, and that’s all that matters. It’s for the best too, right? Ending pain is the only thing we, hurt people, want to do. We want to leave the world because how can we be so imperfect? How do we even have a place in this world?
Anyways, the point is, the poetry is really good. Very enjoyable. It is thematic and talks about release. I always enjoy a piece of veracity, relatable to my own mentality. It means I’m not alone. And if this is the reason I’m not alone, it means you’re not alone either.
StruggleOn the suicide is not a stalker the problems are. If you hate suicide so much imagine living in the world where you can’t die. Doesn’t make you happy now does it?
Suicide is not the enemy.
Dredd, that is true. I agree that it’s the problems who are the stalkers and not suicide. Everybody dies naturally at some point, suicide is dying earlier then that “natural time”. I don’t hate suicide. I actually like the concept. Personally to me it acts as something I’ll always be able to control. I can’t say I hate suicide and I’ll likely never say that. Suicide isn’t the enemy, at all. When I said it stalks me, I more meant it like “It’s always on my mind”.
LetItGo, I was under the impression you were going to try to get better over the next four months and if that didn’t yield positive results you were then to tell your parents……..why such a sudden change of plans?
StruggleOn, I am sure your father that loves you dearly would be destroyed too. Not that you should live for him. I am just saying you should use all the resources that he is desperately offering
Words go far. They go so far. Some words can either make someone’s day, or take their life. Just remember to be careful what you are saying. Now I know its so much easier to talk online because there’s a delete button, a back space, but in life there isn’t. So if you do make a mistake so you are sorry. Stop them. Tell them that you didn’t think before you spoke. Tell them that you love them and care for them. I remember one day. One of my friend’s texted me, “How are you, Hun?†And it just made my day knowing that someone cares. That someone out there really cares about how I am. But I have had words said to me that makes me want to die. Just some bullying words. Friend that texted me, you know who you are. In fact you are 1 out of 2 people that call me hun. 😛
So ladies, gentleman, boys, girls… humans. Remember words go far. And they can go in either direction. Make their day or take their life. Just remember that. And remember to be careful what you say.
Words go far
So very far
They can make a day
or take a life
Words can be beautiful
But they can also be ugly
The beautiful lie? or
The ugly truth?
Careful on what you say
Careful on what you listen to
Careful
Think about what you are going to say
Words go far
So very far
The can make a day
or take a life
Words are an amazing thing
But yet they can be so terrible
Amazing, motivational quotes
Or terrible repeating insults
Words can be engraved in memory
On a grave stone
On a scarred and bloody wrist
In our minds
Words go far
So very far
They can make a day
Or take a life
Words are so wonderful to use
But at the same time hurt when they hurt us
Gorgeous little sayings
Hateful insults
In the end
Is it worth it to speak your mind?
Is it worth it to hurt someone you love?
Is it worth to push someone over the edge?
Words go far
Words go very far
They can make a day
Or take a life.
How about this dredd: You be fucking careful on what you say because you can seriously hurt someone. Okay? Because you could have indirectly killed me by pushing me over the edge. And you know what? Why don’t you stop saying bad things on this site? Okay? Okay. Do you understand? Also: Grow up! It’s seeking NOT seeky. Good that we got that out of the way.
“words like violence, break the silence… come crashing in, into my little world…
Painful to me, pierce right through me… can’t you understand, oh my little one…”
“…all i ever wanted, all i ever needed is here, in my arms…
words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm…”
lulz.
Words carry more capacity to hurt than to heal. Bet.
You can say something that turns a lover to a nemesis… but words cannot change them back.
People like to talk about “the power of words,” but it seems people tend to only give power to potentially damaging words, while claiming the potentially healing words are completely irrelevant. Positivity is BS, but negativity causes severe overreactions… even though “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.”
Words can’t hurt you at all, unless you let them… or if they happen to carry a truth you cannot change. But then it’s the truth hurting you, and the words are just the messenger, and should not be blamed.
@Clevername
I am obsessed with quotes. So I will accept explanation through them. In all honesty, they, for the most part, are correct. I agree they hurt more then heal, so sorry, I can’t make that bet with you. That fifth paragraph states something very true, something is harder to undo then do (Note: may not be 100% true in ALL cases). But I’m speaking for the most part.
That whole “sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me” . . . I don’t know how many people can relate to this, but I believe the opposite. I’ve had harm from both the physical and mental side and I’d rather take on physical. (Statement derived from my personal cases)
As for the last paragraph, it’s so true. The words, they are just the messenger. Just a mean of communication. When you say that words can’t hurt you unless you let them . . . I think most of the time people don’t realize that they’re just “letting” themselves be hurt. That would be asking for the pain also. And as a normal human being, I don’t believe we’d do that. If pain only came when we asked, I don’t think so many of us would be hurt.
In conclusion, I do not blame words. That would be like blaming the mailman when you got a hate letter in the mail. And if they carry a “truth you cannot change” then that is one of the things we just have to struggle to deal with. Painful or not. Because a truth will never vanish.
@LetItGo
Sorry if this conversation wasn’t the intention of your post. But your response is very well put. Despite anything, I still believe words can go in both directions like you said.
for all my fondness of words… i would prefer to not require them.