the raven colored hair
falls upon her smooth face
the once warm and inviting eyes
are now shedding tears
dripping dropping ever so quickly
pittering pattering in her lap
as she curls up in a ball
wanting so badly to die and go
she opens up her mouth
and sighs ever so silently
she goes to speak to tell the world
but the room is dark and silent
will anyone hear her silent pleas
alas they will not because
she will mask them and hide them
hides her tears from the world
puts on a fake smile to mask her frown
looks down when passing people
to hide the tears running down her face
she feels chained to the world
and she thinks its unfair that the people
her peers, her friends, her companions
are chaining her down to this world
and not letting her go like she wishes
but alas it is for her protection
and to keep her here on planet Earth
but then again she wants to go so badly
she wants the pain to end now
she does not know how to be happy anymore
she cannot smile a real smile now
she used to be so carefree and naive of the darkness
but now she has discovered the darkness
and it has taken her and tortured her
she pulls on the chains harder and harder
each and every day hoping that one day
the chains will break and she can finally go
her smooth face once so bright and happy
is now hidden by her raven colored hair.
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Isn’t that curious… I was just wondering where you’d gotten to and then *poof* you end up posting here! Awesome, I thought you’d hitched a ride out already but glad to see you haven’t. Raven coloured ain’t so bad. If you can rock crimson though…Omg that’d be awesome. But it’s just colours, yet they can say so much to those around us. I dunno…I hope you’re okay, LetItGo. I doubt you’ll engage in conversation with me, but take care out there in this cold, cold world.
My thoughts are with you.
Truth is. I’m not okay. As of right now. I want to go so badly. I can’t take it anymore. I just want to go. Finally let myself go. But I can’t. and its painful to stay here. So very painful.
I know. Of course I know. Not a day passes by where I wish I could just take my leave and no one would be none the wiser, as if to say I was never there to begin with. Everyday I literally have to fight to keep up the strength to keep living and I guess we’re both getting worn out from constantly battling to stay on top of it all. The only thing that keeps me grounded here is some nonsensical hope of a brighter…somewhat better tomorrow, but it never comes.
If I may ask; what is it that keeps you here? Whether it is for some reason, a certain individual/people or whatever else, it must be something/someone outstanding that you’d carry on with this pain, if only to appease.
LetItGo,
As with so many of us here. I mean “why? why? why live?” right? Because everywhere we look we see no reason to. Like I always say on your posts, I am in much the same position. But what else that’s so repetitive about your posts, is that I can tell you’re smart. I’ve seen you hang on for so long.
As for this poem, I love it. Very original 🙂 It gives off a wave of deep mystery, she is using her hair to shadow herself . . . very interesting and observant.
It’s and individual person. One person that shows that they care.
Thank you, the hair is a bit metamorphical too. See. I hide things from people. So the hair is the mask and the face is me,
Well, good on that person for toughing it out with you. Those sorts are a rarity these days. To think your life teeters on the shoulders of one person…that’s sort of frightening yet bittersweet as well. I know that feeling however, but for me it did not end very good at all. Hopefully it pans out differently for you, and I share StruggleOn’s sentiment in that you’re very smart. You’ve had many rough patches and yet you’re still here. Hell, I’ll probably die before you.
Looks like you’re more of a soldier than me. *salutes*
LetItGo, that is a mighty touching poem.