lil'emo'kid BwOkEnHeArT

Myh True Home

I walked through the local cemetery last night
It was so quiet, everyone was at peace
I felt so welcome, so at home
there among the deceased

I begun thinking, why do I continue on
why do I inhale even one more breath
when all I dream of is the eternal slumber
that can only be brought about by death

Grief and pain are the only inhabitants
of a soul which would otherwise be an empty space
Was it time for the end?
This was the choice which I faced

After all, everyday is merely a continuation
of the one which preceded it
There have ben times when I felt slightly hopeful
but there was never any hope when I most needed it

And there is little I wish to recall
the years are wrought with sadness
I've lost my mind, a million times
but I always find it again within madness

As my heart has drifted along
I knew it could not stay afloat
with each day that passed
I felt it sink deeper in misery's boat

So there, amongst the dead
I came to the conclusion
That it was time to bring
an end to my life's illusions

The blood flowed like a river
as I took a razor to my wrist
I would have made preparations, said good-byes
but, I doubt I'll be missed

It became so cold
as everything went black
for the first time, I felt peace
because I knew there was no going back

No hope. No dreams. No anything.
I had no further reason to try
I no longer wished to live
I do not regret the decision I made to die

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 5, 2010

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