Would anyone care if I died?
Would anyone mourn my passing?
Would anyone miss me?
Would I be remembered for the right reasons?
I ponder these as the blood seeps out,
the cuts still fresh and the blade stained red.
So much agony was trapped within,
and now it pours out of my scars.
None believe that my turmoil exists,
many claim that I'm a liar and fiend.
The lies I've told are what they tell me to say,
and the truths I speak are unheard.
Few ever see the good in me,
many see the broken man I've become.
Do the few that accept me
outweigh the hundreds that spite me?
A chain wrapped around my neck,
and a foot over the percipiece.
I only need
The frost
starts creeping in
the moment
you take your last breath.
I feel it seep into my fingers
like a slow-moving tide of numbness,
depriving me of the comfort
of feeling
the warmth of your skin
one last time
before it goes cold.
I close your eyes
with clumsy fingers
that shake like leaves in the wind.
Your eyes were so vivid, once,
so full of life
that it kills me inside
to see them like this,
washed of their color.
I don't think
I can bear it.
But it's almost as bad to know
that once they're closed,
I'll never
see them
again.
A shining tear
runs down your cheek,
the final blow
to my soul.
Knowing that your last moments
were spent in u
I live
every moment
of every day
in constant fear.
What if this is it?
What if today is the day
that I f a i l?
As soon as people see
that I'm not great, or successful,
that I really don't have anything at all
to be proud of,
what will become of me?
I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it.
I mean,
what do people do with everything else they no longer need?
They throw
that pathetic
garbage
a w a y
Oh, please, please don't throw me away.
I really am trying.
I am
dreadfully, terribly afraid
that one day everyone will open their eyes
and see me as I really am-
ugly and stupid and horrible and ridiculous
and w o r t h l e s s.
I know I don't des