*WARNING: this poem is very, very long*
The black stream was flowing past,
and taking my heart with it.
...
Kill me slowly
and stop the pain.
End it all,
make it stop.
...
I made you
a promise.
But I don't know
if I can keep to it.
...
My knife
will no longer give me the sheer bliss
of a false pain,
a pain that is more bearable,
...
People.
My family
my own flesh and blood
call me flumky
...
My life had been destroyed
and rebuilt countless, agonizing times,
all at my expense.
You cannot tell me
...
Sick of being ignored.
People's eyes sliding right past me
like I never existed.
Even my friends forget
...
I'm sick of pretending
to be okay.
I hate this act.
I just want
...
Thanks for talking to me.
It's greatly appreciated
here in my country
the big U.S.A.
...