I wanna take my life
Somehow, I'm told that it is impossible
For I did not give it to myself
I shall not take it from myself.
But do they understand
That my mind is upturned
A barren land
Full of desert thorns.
I'm traveling every day
To a place unknown.
Thoughts untracked
Unable to pin on a map
I pray to whomever can hear me
Would you save me from myself.
Trapped in a body that does not feel like mine
Does not belong to me
Trapped in moments of the past
Reliving in pain that shall not end
We call that suffering
Suffering is a form of pain.
Apparently, pain takes time
Time is something I do not have.
For all I see is an endless dark tunnel
We call that despair.
Despair is associated with the downfall of a city.
My body, the city, my mind the war
That shall bring it down to its knees.
I wish to take the life of a child.
Rip it from their mother's arms.
In hopes that all will right itself
And everyone shall continue with their lives.
I know it will not happen that way.
And that is bittersweet.
I wanna take my life
Somehow, I'm told that's impossible
For I have given my heart to many
I shall not take it from many.
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 26th, 2024 09:13
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this after moving out of a time in my life when all I wanted to do was die. I did not understand why people wanted me alive, but I saw their tears when I said I wanted myself dead. This poem, in a way, was me telling them I'm not going.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Well Put, Fellow Poet. It's Good 2 Know You're Faring Well These Dayz. I Know The Tale You've Told Deeply. Stay Up, My Friend. Peace & Blessingz.
There probably right.
It's not ours to take,
but it is ours to give.
Neither is cheap.
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