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Thomas Christy Poem
Why Not Suicide.
Have you ever wondered,
Why am I alive,
When it’s all too easy to ask,
Why not suicide?
This question is there
For a reason you see,
It’s the ultimate reminder,
That you can always be free.
A simple flick of the wrist,
And the blood will come gushing out,
One click of the gun,
And you life will be gone without a doubt.
Many will ask,
Why not suicide,
Can I finally be rid of,
All the pain inside?
Go with my blessing,
To a new life with meaning,
To fly free away from the pain,
And a cold body that is still bleeding.
But while your contemplating this,
Just remember,
Those you will leave behind,
Who you promised you’d never surrender.
Why not suicide,
Yes indeed,
Why not end your life,
So you can finally be free?
Copyright © Thomas Christy | Year Posted 2015
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Once Upon a Time,
The world was bright and full of hope,
And my happy ever after,
Only came after my eyes were closed.
You see, once upon a time,
Was a promise that pain was in the past,
And happy ever after,
Was the promise that happiness would always last.
But here's the sobering truth,
A "happy ever after" is a masquerade,
It covers the ugly truth,
That pain is forever and happiness is a facade.
You see, once upon a time,
I was a child who loved his life,
But as I grew happiness was dropped from my vocabulary,
And my world became centered on strife.
Once upon a time,
My life wasn't hanging by a thread,
And the demon called depression didn't whisper,
Your better off dead.
Once upon a time,
I didn't have to lie,
Telling myself "it gets better",
When all I want to do is die.
In my last moments, I realized the truth,
That a happy ever after wasn't meant for me,
That my soul was too twisted and broken,
And my personal demons would never set me free.
Once upon a time,
I believed that I would get a happy ever after,
But it wasn't until I was ready to close my eyes,
That I realized my story would only end with suicides echoing laughter.
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Welcome to hell,
Where all men pay their dues,
Welcome to suffering,
We've been expecting you.
To end up here,
You screwed up your life,
To end up here,
You gave up the fight.
Say hello to your room,
An 8 by 8 cell,
Darkness is your companion,
This Darkness... is your hell.
you can try to repress it,
Fight with all your might,
But the darkness will whisper,
End it all with all with a knife.
Bit by bit sanity will leave,
Bit by bit you let yourself bleed.
Again I say,
Welcome to hell,
We've been expecting you,
After all, you already fell.
Copyright © Thomas Christy | Year Posted 2015
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Thomas Christy Poem
The Instrument of life
By, TheDarkness
Note: During medieval times, there was a legend’ that when a swan dies, they sing a beautiful song with their dying breath. This has sense been forth known as,
“The Swan Song”
She plays her music of pain,
The instrument of choice her wrist,
A symphony of sounds are released,
Though the melody is hushed through clenched teeth
With every pull the music fades away,
Slowly the once lively instrument turns pale,
And her silver baton falls from limp hands.
He plays his music of life,
Though his symphony is different,
Instead of the sweet sting of the silver blade,
He chooses the loud bang of the bullet,
Clicking the last piece into place,
He puts his instrument to his head,
With a flash of light his instrument falls away,
The once clean room is now stained red
The aftermath is catastrophic,
For the conductors left before the show ended,
With heavy hearts the audience cleans the stage,
The melody they created is covered up,
And the music they loved is forgotten.
Together, yet so far apart,
Their symphonies briefly intertwine,
To create a melody unheard by human minds,
They part together, strangers on a lonely road,
Yet somehow they smile, for their peace is finally known,
For together,
They created their swan song.
Copyright © Thomas Christy | Year Posted 2014
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Disclaimer: The quoted stanzas are not my words, I found them online and they inspired me to write this poem. The credit for the lines go to jdwate on DeviantArt.
"Slit your wrists and cut your thighs,"
"Wipe your tears and dry your eyes,"
Take a pill and practice a smile,
Drag yourself that final mile.
Forget your friends and drown your sorrows,
You will be lucky to see tomorrow,
In the end your all alone,
Nowhere you go will ever be home.
Pick up the gun and aim at your head,
Remember that you're better off dead,
Say your prayers, then end your life,
Look who finally gave up the fight.
Shed your tears of pain,
In this world nothing is left to gain,
Close your weary eyes,
Try and escape this world of lies.
Copyright © Thomas Christy | Year Posted 2015
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