“Help”
Why did nobody hear my cries?
So I thought they knew
It should not come as a surprise
To you
When I meet my demise
I thought I gave enough
Of a hint
That what I was going through was rough
Want to sprint– from it all
I guess I put up enough of a bluff
You fell for the happy face
Am I that good at pretending?
To all the people attending
My funeral–
You did not notice
That my health was descending
You may ask yourself
Was this preventable?
Why she looked so presentable
This cause is surely lamentable
Can I get a round of applause please
Because clearly my expertise
In acting were enough to appease
Every single person around me
To be honest I thought someone would notice
Perhaps that is bogus
Needed a diagnosis?
Maybe just a need to refocus?
Nonsense
Nobody can help the one in the grave
Maybe I should have forgave–
At this point I was but a slave
To the pain
Impossible to explain
Caught in a chain
Insane?
They asked how could I complain
I had much to entertain
I had much more than those in Ukraine
You should be grateful
You should be playful
Instead
Disdainful
Wasteful
Shameful
Hateful
So to all those at my funeral
Which will be none I know
It is a shame, a disgrace to die like this
In that way nobody will throw
An event to reminisce
My life
So easily taken
My parents they cry they must be mistaken
But no I really was forsaken
I don’t mean to cause such frustration
Truly truly I apologise for this–but desperation
I don’t want to imagine
The screams of my brother
When he finds me
To think of my mother
Oh she will blame herself
It will be a shame I feel bad indeed
I am aware this is selfish
My greed but this I need I plead
This life is hellish
So goodbye forever
I am happier than ever.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
Offline) - Published: March 28th, 2023 11:04
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a HYPOTHETICAL (for now) situation in which the one in the casket committed suicide.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Wow, I know how it feels to feel this way,
My entire life was like a game of charades, I have been fake for 40 years, but not anymore, I left the situation and found healing and love and acceptance for who I really am, just so you know, you are worth it, you are strong enough to overcome this and you don't have to be fake, there are people like me that will accept you for who and what you are, no questions asked just be you, and anybody that has a problem with the real you, should look in the mirror and see what is looking back at them.
Hang in there, you got this, I'm here for you
Thank you and stay strong ❤️
Thank you, you too!!
Beautiful!
Thank you so much!
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