Biography of Jake Gassiot
I started writing poetry just recently. I used to write, just to get everything out and then one day I tried writing poetry. I found that writing poetry got more of my emotions out, because they were put into an art form. I can look at art and feel, but when i look at word i just remember.
Two years ago I was dating a girl that started to cut. I told her if she did it again then I would. She did, I didn’t, I couldn’t. I made a bad decision and that was to remain going out with her when I didn’t want to because she told me 'if I didn’t have you I would cut everyday.' I do not take cutting lightly and will not let anyone do it if i can stop them.
I went to Duke for three weeks (taking a class) . My friend tried to commit suicide multiple times. I stopped him by force multiple times and had to threaten my life twice. The second time I threatened my life I couldn’t breathe. I finally told the appropriate people and now that friend is alive and well. While there I found 3 of my best friends. I also was brought to the real world. I found that a lot of people I know cut. I almost gave my life for a person I new for 2 weeks (at that time) . I didn’t know I could love someone that much.
I have not cut, though I have been close. I have obviously not committed suicide, though I have thought of it. I have my bad days where I want to die, but then I hear from one of my best friends or write or something and I get better. I have, no doubt, depression. I have not been diagnosed, but I am. I think this is the only thing my writing branches from.
I look forward to the time I will spend on PH. I have met people that give advice, help and are very nice. They have welcomed me to the PH family and now I am here to stay.
Jake Gassiot's Works:
Jake Gassiot Poems
Trust, earned or lost Do you have it from the beginning Do you earn it Does it take long
For You, I Will
Give me but one to write upon And I will write you a novel Give me one person that hurt you And I will commit murder
I know I am Why should I have friends Why should I be blessed with a girlfriend I have been told this
Sitting In The Dark
I am sitting here in the dark I am thinking of all the pain Forgetting all the happiness I keep thinking that if I do it
Hatred The creation of my frustration Sadness
I’ve been sitting here For hours on end Thinking, crying I have decided
My poetic side At full force Suicidal thoughts Inside they course
When I am sad My eyes don’t cry When I am depressed My eyes don’t cry
Burning The heat so intense I feel my flesh soften It starts to liquefy
This word bring fear in to the heart of the brave It brings the strong to there knees My breath taken away, my chest concave The heart never stops, but at this it will freeze
You bitch, moan, and complain You drive me completely insane You always tell me what to do Sometimes I actually hate you
I’m sitting Staring Why am I so dazed Why can’t
I sit high in this tree In complete tranquility This bed of ropes
As I look into the mirror I see nothing I see a hypocrite I see pain
First And Last
This is my first time
I pick up the knife
I bring it to my wrist
But I stop
I am thinking of all the pain
The little I would lose
I am pressing now
I feel my skin break
I feel the warm blood run down my hand