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Narcissism: 21 October 2006
Edited 20 August 2007

I'm so tired of all your pain;
won't you set me free?
Stop talking; your voice doesn't help
while I sit and bleed.

I know you never cared.
How could you love someone else
when you never learned
just how to love yourself?

And so, before you leave me here;
why not put all your troubles on me?
That's all I've ever been to you;
a flusher's all I'll ever be.

Can't you feel my pain?
(it's the same as yours)
Don't you hear my last breath?
(it's all your fault)
Won't you listen to my prayers?
(time to face my sins)
I cannot wait for death.
(but I'm not ready yet)
No more time for tears.
(I am wasting away)
No more listening to fears.
(I will die today)

So just go and walk away;
take everything I ever was.
Tomorrow you won't remember me;
you'll find somebody else, because:

That's just the way you are,
that's the way you've always been.
Using others until they're gone;
so much for trying to be your friend

One day you'll have to learn, 'cause
someday someone will hurt you too.
But until that day comes around,
I will always hate you.
©2007-2009 ~twithoutg
:icontwithoutg:

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Another dark poem from the same experimental era last October... come to think of it, I was really active in my writing back then. *sigh* I hope to have the same burst of creative energy this fall too!

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An anxiety sponge was all i ever proved to be
You squeezed me and squeezed me until I ran dry
I've had enough of dealing with your problems when I have problems of my own
Won't you stop and see?
What this pain that you're giving me
Is driving me up the wall

I was always there for you
But when I needed someone,
everyone just went away
Leaving me to suffer my pathetic problems by my own pathetic self

As time went on by,
my pain was too much
Too great to bear

No one ever heard me!
No one ever listened to me!
No one would ever talk to me!
I was just . . . a thing.
Something to vent to, but not worth caring about.
A thing.
Not considered as a human being anymore

I went to my room and slit my wrists
Leaving a good bye note in my seat
Leaving my story of finally finding redemption

Don't ever look around for me anymore
I'm not here for you to toy with.
I'm a real person even if you never saw me that way.

Some day, you'll remember me and wonder why I killed myself
Some day, you'll realize too, what pain I was going through.
Some day, you'll be overcome with grief, looking at your blood-stained hands

Some day, you'll see
Some day, you'll see
Some day, you'll see



....
If you like this, I can post this up as a deviation or something.
But this is nothing really. ^^ it doesn't even rhyme! -looks at your poem and looks at hers-
I was reading your poem (which was quite lovely, by the way) and it gave me inspiration for this! Voi-la! :D
either way, thank you for the inspiration and for writing such a dark interesting poem! :hug:

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ѕσмєdαу ι’ℓℓ вє ℓσѕт αиd fσяgσттєи.

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The Truth Is Too Beautiful To Let Die And Too Monstrous To Set Free.
:icontwithoutg:
You are such a talented writer and artist; I love your poem! I'm glad I could be the inspiration for it. Thanks for the comments and fav!
:iconfiery-ice:
^___^
I'll put the poem up as a deviation, dedicated for you, neh? ^___^

and your welcomes~~~ :hug:

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ѕσмєdαу ι’ℓℓ вє ℓσѕт αиd fσяgσттєи.

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The Truth Is Too Beautiful To Let Die And Too Monstrous To Set Free.
:iconfiery-ice:
Your welcome! ^_^

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ѕσмєdαу ι’ℓℓ вє ℓσѕт αиd fσяgσттєи.

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The Truth Is Too Beautiful To Let Die And Too Monstrous To Set Free.

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