Die

by Edina   Mar 1, 2005


I flushed down the toilet, most of my pills,
I cried the last tears for all your cheap thrills
For all those times you made me shake
for all the pain my heart couldn't take
for all the memories taken from me
this is not what i wanted to be.

With trembling coldness running through,
in my hand, i clench the last two,
they tell me that this is something i should never try
that after taking the first, i would die.
So i took one as a hopeless cure,
and after that came many more.
I'm still standing though slightly gone,
as a last resort i pick up the phone.

Please answer it now if u never did
this is so important when a friend is all i need
don't leave me hanging on the other line
I'm dying here even though i say I'm fine
when u don’t pick up I breathe in deep
I will break now the promises I swore to keep
I told u I would never even touch
The poison that I’ve grown to love so much

With a deep swallow and a shaking hand
I scribble a last note for those who wouldn't understand:
"I have just done something really bad
I was never that horrible of a child, just somewhat sad,
Behind my door, though, happened so much more
So many times I would pass out on the floor,
Like so many others, this life was too much to bear,
And when I needed it most, no one seemed to care.

Please don't hate me and please don't cry,
Its not worth it, ill tell you why,
Im not the kind of person that would have lasted
In this world of yours that is just too plastic,
The people so fake but the feelings too real
Where all smile and pretend when that's not what they feel.
Im sorry I spoke the truth, I was never really shy,
But even so now has come the time… for me to … die"

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  • 19 years ago

    by Timothy

    an in-depth look at your personal side. interesting and disturbing, but not the way that makes me wanna go call 9-1-1 and snitch about someone who is killing themself, just in a sense that is surrounds me with a feeling ive tried to forget, but it haunts me still. awesome usage of the english language to vividly portray the depression commonly found and casually overlooked. i feel the pain and anguish, yet i see a will to carry on. my only criticism in this one is maybe two mispelled words, however minimal, you did ask for criticism, so im trying to help you out here. "where" was one of them, although it is spelled correctly, it is misused. i can't remember the other one, so ill finish on a positive note - this piece of literatue makes me relive past experiences, it affects me so deeply, and thats not easily done, especially with poems written by teenagers, so i commend you on a job well done, and wish there were more poets like yourself, to give me a reason to read more poetry. thank you.