Every single second, I just reallly want to shout,
To isolate myself and take the easy way out.
I feel all the time like a big failure of a guy,
Like absolutely nobody will care if I just die...
Another tear drops down to the floor,
Yet nobody even thinks of knocking on my locked door.
They don't know how much I suffer, and nobody will ever understand
Why do I want so much for everything to just end...
Getting up from my chair and unfolding the knife,
Once again I am thinking of taking my own life.
However, something out there, I don't know what,
Stops me from finally putting the last dot.
Maybe it's the promise to my best friend, that I'd never let go,
Or maybe it's the one who I loved, even though she said no?
I have no clue, yet still I put the blade away
And continue the fight, pretending I'm okay.
Copyright © Tom Burns | Year Posted 2016
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