Dark Poet 55


Unhappy - Poem by Dark Poet 55

I said I was unhappy, I said I was alone. 
I said I don't want to live, and you hung up the phone.
You told me to grow up. You told me to move on. You told me to fake a smile, and act like nothing's wrong.
Now my wrists are bleeding.
Now my heart is torn. Now I'm standing on the edge, wishing I hadn't been born. 
Soon I'll be a memory.
Soon I will be dead. Soon you'll be crying, wishin you had listened to what I said.

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, sad, suicide


Comments about Unhappy by Dark Poet 55

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (2/19/2016 7:26:00 AM)


    Now my wrists are bleeding.
    Now my heart is torn. Now I'm standing on the edge, wishing I hadn't been born.

    sad text........ we shall pray so that such moments may move away and all may find joy in this life. thank you for expressing in clear words such feelings . tony
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  • Tia Attwood (1/28/2016 6:48:00 PM)


    This was i thought a well written poem, Not that i can talk as i dwell on stuff as well, I think you should focus on the positive aspects of your live, or what you want for yourself and go for it. life is a precious gift and best enjoyed, living and experience life, organize going camping with friends, go to meet up group to do adventure activities or something, don't waste your life, it's a gift and you only live once.

    Great job

    Regards
    Tia
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2016



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