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Becka Mcintyre Poem
Screaming at the sky at night; staying up until dawn
Wishing I was here with you; can't believe you're gone.
It's like a sharp knife digging deep into my very heart
My will, my joy, my life, my smile is slowly coming apart.
You're here so close to me and yet so far away.
The pain of not being able to reach out to you is growing every day.
You see me and I see you but yet never speaking face to face.
You were my all, my joy, my encourager, my friend, my Grace.
I wish I could be near you; I want to put away all this pain.
I'll love you forever; I want you to know this, but how?
I'll miss you forever; I wish I could be with you now.
Copyright © Becka Mcintyre | Year Posted 2015
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Becka Mcintyre Poem
I locked the bathroom door today and threw away the key
This would be the day where I would entirely be free
Life had no more meaning; my friends had let me down
My grades showed that I would not wear the cap and gown
A note I left on the counter that tried to explain everything away
I merely tried to put on paper what I had often tried to say
But no one had ever listened, and no one had ever tried
They were not there the day when life for me had died.
Seizing the knife blade, I laid it cool against my wrist,
A peaceful calm came over me almost quite like bliss.
Slicing deeply into the skin, I penetrated the vein
Blood came fountaining forth and with it came the pain
The pain of never being noticed; the pain of being left behind
Suddenly, the calm left me as realization hit my mind
Life suddenly became precious as darkness filled my eyes
As I sought with utter fruitlessness to stop the crimson tide
Slowly sinking down onto the bloodied bathroom floor
My last thought was that I wished to live a little more.
Copyright © Becka Mcintyre | Year Posted 2015
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Sitting here with an ice cold blade pressed against my skin
Is this act I’m about to do actually a sin?
I’ve worn this mask so well that people never saw me fade
They don’t understand that every day I get up and play this game
“I’m fine!.” I say with smile and high uplifted head
But looking into my eyes you would actually see I’m dead
My parents smile because they have one girl left to excel
If they looked inside they would see that I’m not doing well.
I’m alone and I’m tired and I think I’ve lost this fight
Which is why I’m about to slit open my left wrist tonight
This blade in my hand will not just slit and cut around
But rather it will plunging into my vein and down
You won’t be able to save even though you might try
Because I’m tired of this life that has indeed become a lie
So as I sit and stare at the knife and at the bathroom wall
I don’t think that it is a sin to cut down and follow death’s dark call
Copyright © Becka Mcintyre | Year Posted 2016
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