Realize

by Francine   Mar 19, 2007


Sometimes the blade of the knife
seems easier than tomorrow
to feel the physical pain
feels better than the sorrow

drown it out
make me numb
pull the trigger
on the gun

close my eyes,
tears fall down
taste the blood
the room spins around

fall to the floor
see it all fade
kiss the metal
feel the blade

which one did i use
its all fading fast
too many pills?
what'd i do last?

can't even remember
how did i die
fantasized for so long
how I'd say goodbye

i think its all over
i think its too late
now i don't want to go
I'm here, please wait

i made a mistake
i took my own life
i should have tried harder
to make things right

i should have loved more
lived more, laughed more
and known what i had
i shouldn't have closed that door

know i look back,
why was it so hard to see
i really had it all
it was all in front of me

people who loved me
a place i called home
things that some people
never have known

but i was too selfish
to see what was there
always wanting more
maybe it was I who was not fair

if only it wasn't too late
id make it all right
id love everything
and everyone in sight

as it all fades
so does the light
i see there are people
who want me to fight

as the bright light fades
i awaken, I'm alive
i come to my senses
i drop the knife

there are many reasons
to keep going on
theres beauty in life
and when its gone its gone

i was given another chance
i wont screw it up
this time ill do better
because life is enough.

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  • 17 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    Like i told you befor your poems suck me in
    and again im in first i got to tell u ur poems
    are all 5 thats what i vote all urs
    second chances third 4th man ive had a million but if u don't get ur mind right you'll
    never get it and thats me. i am my own worst enemey. im brain f**k . all my wife
    wants is me to just let all the bad shit go
    just start today a brand new day a day 1 but
    its me i just can't do it why? please help me
    befor i just say f**k it all, I WISH I WAS HIGH GOD DAMMM I MISS IT,

  • 17 years ago

    by Spoken Silence

    That second chance to live, love, and survive is a gift.... you should write a sequel type poem that is about the gift of a second chance.