Ashes

Were it that you showed me,
I would have no complaint.
But it has been weeks without,
A kind touch, a gentle kiss.
I feel nothing from you,
My heart is burning for you,
But you always turn away from my light.
My heart burns within itself,
And turns to embers.
The embers cool into ash,
And when I show them to you,
You push them away,
And they scatter into the wind.
I sob and try to gather the ashes,
But they are gone,
And so am I.

 

Suicide is Painless:

Go ahead, jump, you won't feel anything.
No more crying.
No more pain.
Swallow the pills, it'll be fun, just a long nap.
No more broken heart.
No more hopes crushed.
Others might shed some tears, but you won't hear the sobs.
No more sorrow.
No more depression.
Pull the trigger, you won't hear the ricochet.
No more failure.
No more disappointment.
Problems won't matter anymore.
No more burdens.
No more stress.
You have the choice to end it now.
No more love.
No more hope.
You never will get a second chance at life.
No more dreams.
No more happiness.
You can't take anyone along.
No more hugs.
No more holding.
It'll be utterly silent, no one listens.
No more music.
No more laughing.
People forget the dead.
No more you.
No more You.
Suicide is painless, but only for a moment.
Afterward the effects come, but not for you.

 

Im just asleep

And now I close my tear stained eyes,
Please do not begin to weep,
I cannot hear your mournful cries,
Think of me as just asleep.
I think I have found a way to stop,
All the sadness in my mind,
And to the floor did I then drop,
And watch my life slowly unwind.
Though I know I'll never wake,
And never shall I love again,
It is a risk I have to take,
To put my sadness to an end.
With my own two hands I took my life,
It was myself, who snuffed the flame,
It was myself that caused this strife,
And so, to no one, do I leave blame.
I've tried so desperately not to fear,
My shuffling off this mortal coil,
I stole that line right out of Shakespeare,
I'll ask his forgiveness, when I'm with him in Soil.
And so I end this meager text,
It's getting late; I have to leave,
From this life; into the next,
Please try not to sob or grieve.
I'm truly sorry to so many friends,
But with this final glance, and sigh,
When we meet in heaven I'll make amends,
But I do for now, bid you all:
Goodbye.

 

Throne of Gold:

As I sit on stone cold throne,
Never to sleep,
Always alone,
I weep and weep,
But no one hears,
My tearful sorrow,
My greatest fears,
The throne is cold,
but it’s mine alone,
my soul I sold,
for a golden throne.
But gold is cold,
It has no life,
It’s good for a throne,
But bad for a wife.
Your painful wails,
It will not hear,
It’s only good,
Is for the throne that is near.
But that won’t replace,
a broken heart,
a sad disgrace,
or time apart.
My sight grows bad,
But I do not fear death,
It may sound sad,
but I need a rest.
Days on end,
I’ve gone without sleep,
With my dagger I make,
My life’s blood seep.
Leave me oh life,
Oh let me die,
End my strife,
With this final sigh.

Perhaps

Love is perhaps like a rose
Growing from where nothing stood before,
Growing, and being picked in its bloom,
And enjoyed for a time.
But when the flower is dried,
Time taken carefully to preserve its features,
It will stand as a reminder, for a time.
But one day you will look upon the flower,
Notice it's cracking petals, it's tired bloom,
And realize it for what it truly is,
Not preserved in remembrance of the bloom,
But a feeble attempt to grasp what once was,
And as the leaves fall one by one,
The flower is forgotten,
And the love that the flower once stood for,
Will be as the flower: dead.