Salvaged
New Member
Gone
Another sickly day,
Passing like the ticking of a clock.
All the people smiling,
Never listen to the sorrow knock:
“Rap rap rap!” tapping on the door.
They don’t get it-
No one seems to know.
That soon the pain
Will catch them all
Unless they stop it now
With sharper knives
And paper cuts
And razors-
“DAMN DAMN DAMN”
But that’s behind me
Somewhere in the past.
I’m all happy now,
With no limp or cast.
See, I’m fine? The world
Will never know!
That not too far
In the past
I had the
Pain of
Seven
Longing
Just for the
Sweet taste of
Heaven and now
The daggers in my back
Are starting once again
To twist and turn and jab at me
My spine can hold no longer!
Then it drops…
Like an icicle from a tree.
Sluicing through the ground;
The logic, cold and hard,
Staring back at me…
Why not end it now?
All the bets are off,
All the chances gone,
The deed is all but done.
Picking up the knife,
My soul it feels like dirt.
Three seconds passing,
Let’s just end the hurt!
And then in that moment there,
With nothing but a knife,
I took my life.
Note:
I did not write this to express any damper on my own spirit.
Today someone in my town committed suicide.
The ripples her action caused reaching us all.
My best friend was going to take her to Prom in a month.
She never graduated high school. She was a Senior.
She left us to mourn.
Another sickly day,
Passing like the ticking of a clock.
All the people smiling,
Never listen to the sorrow knock:
“Rap rap rap!” tapping on the door.
They don’t get it-
No one seems to know.
That soon the pain
Will catch them all
Unless they stop it now
With sharper knives
And paper cuts
And razors-
“DAMN DAMN DAMN”
But that’s behind me
Somewhere in the past.
I’m all happy now,
With no limp or cast.
See, I’m fine? The world
Will never know!
That not too far
In the past
I had the
Pain of
Seven
Longing
Just for the
Sweet taste of
Heaven and now
The daggers in my back
Are starting once again
To twist and turn and jab at me
My spine can hold no longer!
Then it drops…
Like an icicle from a tree.
Sluicing through the ground;
The logic, cold and hard,
Staring back at me…
Why not end it now?
All the bets are off,
All the chances gone,
The deed is all but done.
Picking up the knife,
My soul it feels like dirt.
Three seconds passing,
Let’s just end the hurt!
And then in that moment there,
With nothing but a knife,
I took my life.
Note:
I did not write this to express any damper on my own spirit.
Today someone in my town committed suicide.
The ripples her action caused reaching us all.
My best friend was going to take her to Prom in a month.
She never graduated high school. She was a Senior.
She left us to mourn.
