Performance Poem by Haley Shacklock

Performance



Might my soul grow cold,
if my story lay buried- untold.
I have lived through many ends,
and witnessed countless beginnings.
I've experienced love and lust.
Gain and loss.
My heart has been ripped to pieces only to be nurtured again.
And the scars I have gained have each become a friend.
Through my bitter tears and clenched jaws,
I find the strength to utter 'I'm sorry'
before jumping off
for a final
performance

Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I was diagnosed with depression and have had suicidal thoughts since starting seventh grade. Many attempts to take my life were made, two of them causing me to be hospitalized. No matter what recovery process I am put through, the pain refuses to end. I have scars that cover my skin and a fear that no one will remember me when I die. This poem is about how I fear that one day the pain may grow to strong, causing me to end my performance of acting like I was happy and finally taking my life.
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