My Mistakes [P]
This pending sorrow in my head,
This black burnt wood smells like my fate.
Tiny circles of happiness,
Lets me slip into unconciousness.
I don't want to live no more.
Dreaming is all that matters.
Separated from reality,
Into an endless road of pain,
My flesh turns grey and cold,
My blood into ice.
The wind bites my back as I fall...
Deep into the bed of roses
As I dream a dream of reality.
Thorms of the rose prick my ever-aching back.
Yet I'm never to wake again,
Surrounded by the pain of my mistakes.
Notes : I wrote this poem when I was actually psycho-suicidal and going on a suicidal spree of panadaols. (Which is a very painful way to die, so don't ever do it, thank you very much.) Lol, I think you're all sick of me posting sad and depressing poems already, but I can only write when I'm upset.. :]
I once had a poem like this one, its great i'll try too find it, nice job.
I take your notes, dont worry?!!
mistake sad but true i like that that's was good very good
Again, very very heartfelt and touching. Nice job here
No way! keep them coming! Your poems are very well written. I pretty much only write when I'm upset too. Nice job on this one
fantasitcally written, though from the sounds of it and my knowledge of basic psychology i think that you don't really want to die, your just calling out for people, and thats a good thing, i like it when people make these silent screams for help, cos i like helping, so if you need someone with a small knowledge of psychology and a big heart i'm here to hear you
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Yeah, thank you. :] Well, I went to a psychaitrist after awhile. (Not that I'm psycho or anything) And I got heaps better! :]
Originally Posted by deaths_raver667