Discomfort - Poem by NoName Unidentified
I look outside with stone cold eyes,
I hold my breath so I won't cry.
You saw me and knew all my lies
and you'd always stare into my bright blue eyes.
You offered love, you offered care.
But I'd ignore you and do my hair.
One day you fell, and you fell hard.
I cried as you landed in my arms.
You looked at me and said,
'It's ok' and touched my head.
Now, you're gone and I have no one to hold,
so I feel like a wasted pot of gold.
Depression slowly creeps over me,
I hold the knife and count to three.
Just one stab is all it'll take,
then I'll have no more decisions to make.
I stop and think, of how I can't go on
But then I remember, you were never really gone.
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