when i get to it
deaths my answer
no more pain
just my life less body
its like the whole world wont care
the wind is gone
my last breath
no more hiding
just in a grave
no more running
i gave up the fight
my time is up
i quit
hanging from the rope is what i want
no air to breath
the numbness in my legs
i am not going to try and get down
when they find me i will be gone
no more tears
no more fighting
i just gave up
gave in
my time has come to the end
thanks soo much for trying to love me
its to late
because im never coming back
and never want to
The time we waste is a discrace,
we sit and sulk,
we think we have no hope,
someone has put you down,
you have let them get you down,
they said something that gets under your skin,
you just let them in,
the depression is going to make you sink,
stop it now, get off the couch,
because the time you waste is a discrace
Three in number are the so valued events in modern life,
Yet each are harbors of different types of strife,
Each having a separate sharpness although all are part of the same knife,
Opening with the deceitful crown known as a birthday,
In youth it is all you await to say,
With treasured time constantly passing your age turns it into just another loathed day,
Weddings so vile and juvenile,
The average conjoining of two families for love of two who must find a way cause they be
with child,
When divorce happens perhaps next time you'll know in the beginning it's not worth while,
The truth-teller and savior of this winding game called life is only our tomb,
Funerals are our cradle and our release to death the truest womb,
Pray it comes swifter than any lightning and twice as powerful as any thunder's boom,
Each are simple and basic facts,
Each in their way cause enough for an all out war but absent are those who are actually
prepared to attack,
Until that long awaited rebellious revolution to the darkest embraces I shall slip back.
Good-bye
In the moon it's easy to see everything you're not and everything I need.
You broke my heart and tried to come back, after I found out it was all an act
so now I see there's just not enough room for u and me, you lie and you think your sly
but every single time it's you who cries. So for the last time good-bye
Jasmine S. Turner
And there I am trying to figure out
If it is worth all the trouble!
When every morning
You wake up to a new fight
To pick pieces from a broken relationship
And glue each piece and hold them tight
Only to see them break away
To fragments when they go out of sight
By the time you get to sleep
It’s a long dark lonely night
I dream of beautiful times
You, me and everything all right
I remain awake to keep sleep
From forcing into my dreams, my plight
As time creeps along, snatching my moments
Beyond the horizon I see the new day light
I know not why but I have a faint feeling
A feeling of another lost fight
And there I am trying to figure out
If it is worth all the trouble!
I quiver with anger
My fists are clenched
My nails digging into my palms
I am filled with hatred,
Frustration and fear
I am no longer in control
I just want to hurt myself
Punish myself
I need to release my emotions
I roll up my shorts
And pick up the knife
It is time to pay
I run it over my skin
Then I add pressure
The blade grazes me
I feel nothing
My eyes void as I watch
Watch, how it pierces me
I pause for a moment
Only to cut again
This time deeper and harder
My leg starts to burn
Blood trickles from the cut
But, it doesn’t faze me
My anger is overwhelming
The hatred drives me
Drives me to plunge the knife in deeper
It hurts like hell
The blade is covered with blood
Satisfaction
I have taught myself a lesson
I am content
Until I have to cut again
I look upon the scars
The scars, I have created
The silent tears wash down my cheeks
My physical pain is nothing
Nothing, compared to how I’m hurting inside
And no one, no one knows
I need to be set free from myself from time to time,
Or else, my manic mind will never find peace
Among cognitive processes—the craziness will never cease!
It would seem that someone is trying to undermine
And distort my coherent thoughts at nighttime;
Sleep keeps me up, never offering solace and release.
I need to be set free from myself from time to time
Or else my manic mind will never find peace.
This evil keeper keeps me imprisoned and confined
Behind huge metal bars black as grease.
I see sanity roam rampant in the yard and graze with geese.
I am a convicted criminal though this illness is not a crime;
I need to be set free from myself—from time to time.
Submitted for Jared's "Rondel" contest
Six is to early a number
Yet even seven is not appropriate
A memory of
Tiny toes
Creeps
Through my sorrowed mind
Your laughter
Once enlightening me
Now depresses me
Your picture frames
Turned down
A face hidden
Forever
Life is too short
But what is there that’s longer?
The heart that you relied
So gravely on
Stopped
As did time
When they said, “He’s gone…”
A cue for a lifetime of lingering
And linger I shall
On and
On and
On and
On
Time is not there to tell the point of day
But to count the time spent before death
And time will never stop
Or it would have known
That six is too early a number
my mood swung like an uncontrollable pendulum.
most of my time was spent lashing out at everyone.
the weight of my achingly sad body felt like bricks mortared my back.
the constant wonder of what went wrong filled my everyday thoughts.
it was supposed to be the happiest time of my life,
yet i felt like i was being punished for something.
my life had turned into this whirlwind of a conundrum;
i didnt know how to put the pieces in place so that the puzzle made sense.
i was so infuriated because no one else seemed to share this pain.
i wanted to hear i was beautiful,
even if i didnt believe it half the time.
i longed to be happy once again.
it didnt come with stretch marks, morning sickness, or weird cravings-
this trimest, the longest one of them all, came with the baby blues.
I'm writing this poem to
say my final goodbye,
the time has come for
me to lay down and die.
People who supported me
are being taken away,
others don't take me serious,but
this time I am not going to play.
When I get where I'm going
there will be only happy tears,
I will shed my sins and struggles
I have carried all these years.
So much pain and so much darkness
in this world we stumble through,
questions I can't answer and
so much work to do.
Please don't let yourself be
overcome with sorrow,
just keep looking ahead
for a brighter tomorrow.
Simple things in life I
just let slip away,
but you never know
I might be back some day.
Colleen Marie Bono
I remember when
my life use to be fun,
now I just wish it was
over and done.
I remember when
I didn't have a care,
now that's all my time is
filled with and not a minute to spare.
I remember when
I didn't have to worry,
and my life didn't consist
of having to be in a hurry.
I remember when I
could ask for advice,
but in this day and age
I stop and think twice.
I remember when
I didn't have to fight,
or worry about having to
plead my case when
I knew I was right.
I remember when
I wanted to be on my own,
but I don't remember when
I ever felt so alone.
Colleen Marie Bono
For months in a pointless wallow,
many moments I found it hard to swallow.
The only thing I could down was whiskey
my actions were nothing but risky.
Keeping myself insane to ease the pain of self destruction,
going through the motions I could not even function.
Spawning hate towards the one I at one time truly loved,
anger, sadness and despair in the pit of my soul shoved.
It's been a wild ride of highs and low's,
giving myself emotional blow's.
To the point of no return I've been there twice,
my existence there was no price.
But now for some reason time has stopped,
time to pick up my life where it was dropped.
An about face that I don't want to do again,
leaving me not knowing where to begin.
Taking time to ponder
the emotion emanating from you,
makes me stop and wonder
if from your mouth the truth does spew.
The lies from your lips
are the making of the monster drug,
lies have spewed forth
from you, you slimy slug.
Is the emotion real
or another clever ploy
to tug upon my heart,
and to bring you joy.
Alas the time has come
to cast you aside
get on with life
and build back my pride.
the time has come for us to leave
take away our memories
vanish for eternity
no need for words
we always know
when it's time to walk away
fighting back the teras
anger left no doubt
Goobye's are said
and away we go
Sadness has no matter
the wounds from pains never been forgotten.
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