Need or want to vent but I have no one. I'll nor have I ever been fine. Want the pain to be done. Yet the only way is if I die. Guess the cruel world won. Soon it will only be a final good-bye. Cause I have no one.
My real smile's been gone now for a while. Trying to be happy but fail at it now. So my smile is fake. And I'm about to break. Funny how you all think I've been okay all along. But my real smile's been long gone.
Caged bird wanting to be free longing to fly. Now this bird just wants to die. All he does now is scream and cry. Unloved, uncared for, he cuts blood drips to the floor. Just wants to be loved and is dying to be free. For those who want to know who it is. The caged bird is me, and I'm literally dying to be free.
Years ago, when the war took my life in cold bloodshed and explosion, I wander endlessly through the city of bones, constantly in search of that sweet music that my lover plays. Sitting on the stump at night, he sits in silence as people walk by, the only noise from him they hear is the music and song from her dark violin of despair. Even with his lover now gone, how he wishes to hear the sound of her voice. Damn the war for stealing his lover and hearing. I see him sitting by my grave alone, he plays with great sorrow, that fills my heart with such anguish. How I long to hold...
I'm sorry Amber that I didn't try. You were a great friend and I helped you die. It's all my fault. I didn't try to get you to talk. To this day it's my biggest regret. Now I seem to cry and cry in a corner. I just wish now I could say I'm sorry Amber.
(this poem is dedicated to a friend of mine that I went to school with she took her life....)