A Poem when sadness hits hard!
When I feel sad I'm ready for death
Vengeance is mine the Lord has saith
Free from inflictions the world has flung
Free from the hatred, death and dung
Free from behaviors that inflict hurt
Free from inflictions of any dirt
Pasted on smiles that merit no credit
Like insincere praise because you let it
Heading away from the death of cruel
Mine eyes will be open to face a jewel
The earth's dirt is a welcoming bed
To close my eyes from this human dread
A Poem when sadness hits hard!
A Poem when sadness hits hard!
Last edited by mensa-maniac on Wed Dec 08, 2010 3:05 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Re: My Head is Empty, Intuition is Intact,My Spirit is Broke
It does not mean I am depressed because I wish for my life to end. I write the feeling of my mood, a sadness brushes over me which prompts me to write. A sadness buried way deep inside the barriers of my subconsious mind.
On the contrary, I am basically a happy person. I dramatize things. I will not likely ever commit suicide because I am a coward who thinks I'll wake up realizing I'm suffocating from my own vomit, then realize I'm dying when it's to late to say no I don't want to die this way. This realization STOPS me from offing myself.
On the contrary, I am basically a happy person. I dramatize things. I will not likely ever commit suicide because I am a coward who thinks I'll wake up realizing I'm suffocating from my own vomit, then realize I'm dying when it's to late to say no I don't want to die this way. This realization STOPS me from offing myself.