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The Man in the Photograph
(i)
The safety razor is now unsafe
Blood and evil spills from cuts
A short respite from the misery
(ii)
I reopen old wounds cutting scars
Recarving your initials on my arm
Pointless - you are never coming back
(iii)
Despite this realisation a flame burns
Despite the truth, I am undone
Despite the isolation, I still cut
(iv)
It's in love that I cut
A razored tattoo tribute to you
Despite the fact, you don't care
(v)
One who is practised in cutting
Is only a few steps away
From making the ultimate razored sacrifice
(vi)
I consider suicide by bleeding out
So far no quite brave enough
However, practice leads to ultimate perfection
(vii)
Question: Who will attend my funeral
Who will weep at the gravesite
The one that I love: Missing
(viii)
A deep forest is my place
I will become one with nature
I will bleed out tree hugging
(ix)
My blood will feed an Oak
My spirit will meld with it
Tree's spirit and I are one
(x)
Crows, vultures, owls, and forest creatures
Will gain sustenance from my flesh
They will taste real love devouring
(xi)
I sacrifice this love I have
Such a pure love rejected wholeheartedly
By somebody that should've known better
(xii)
May my bones, now picked clean
Pay a tribute to real love
Never once experienced but freely given
(xiii)
Being so alone in the darkness
No one to hold or love
A matter of time death sentence
(xiv)
Despite what I try to manifest
I've only a few loving friends
Hope they'll understand it wasn't enough
(xv)
The safety razor broken for you
Drink my blood eat my flesh
Do this in remembrance of me
The safety razor is now unsafe
Blood and evil spills from cuts
A short respite from the misery
(ii)
I reopen old wounds cutting scars
Recarving your initials on my arm
Pointless - you are never coming back
(iii)
Despite this realisation a flame burns
Despite the truth, I am undone
Despite the isolation, I still cut
(iv)
It's in love that I cut
A razored tattoo tribute to you
Despite the fact, you don't care
(v)
One who is practised in cutting
Is only a few steps away
From making the ultimate razored sacrifice
(vi)
I consider suicide by bleeding out
So far no quite brave enough
However, practice leads to ultimate perfection
(vii)
Question: Who will attend my funeral
Who will weep at the gravesite
The one that I love: Missing
(viii)
A deep forest is my place
I will become one with nature
I will bleed out tree hugging
(ix)
My blood will feed an Oak
My spirit will meld with it
Tree's spirit and I are one
(x)
Crows, vultures, owls, and forest creatures
Will gain sustenance from my flesh
They will taste real love devouring
(xi)
I sacrifice this love I have
Such a pure love rejected wholeheartedly
By somebody that should've known better
(xii)
May my bones, now picked clean
Pay a tribute to real love
Never once experienced but freely given
(xiii)
Being so alone in the darkness
No one to hold or love
A matter of time death sentence
(xiv)
Despite what I try to manifest
I've only a few loving friends
Hope they'll understand it wasn't enough
(xv)
The safety razor broken for you
Drink my blood eat my flesh
Do this in remembrance of me
Published 28th Feb 2020
Author's Note
* Please note this is not a suicide note
* Not yet, at least: I still have a few things left to do
* Not yet, at least: I still have a few things left to do
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29th Feb 2020 3:49am
very deep and relatable, I love how you wrote it. makes me think you are very sad and in a lot of pain and in need of a friend. I know what the darkest hole feels like, I know its hard to come out when it seems easier to sit there. but do know there are people who do care, not everyone is heartless in this world although I know many are including one today... we all have a story and we all deserve to be heard. that's the great thing I find about writing you can let it all out and no one has to know its about you :) I absolutely loved this piece as a reminder of myself and how far I have come now. thank you, we write a lot like each other (your better then me by far) but I mean the genre of what we write about life, mental health things like that...
Joanna :)
Joanna :)
11th Mar 2020 4:13am
I thank you for your kind words and understanding. I am not a better poet than you or anyone else we are all different and equally equal.
there are few people out there that really care, all too few. I will continue as long as I can but without experiencing real love ever ( I mean the love of a partner) it will be hard work to cling on
thank you my friend
there are few people out there that really care, all too few. I will continue as long as I can but without experiencing real love ever ( I mean the love of a partner) it will be hard work to cling on
thank you my friend
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11th Mar 2020 4:17am
there are times that this is the only way to stop the pain, other solutions are not obvious sad to say. Some times when all hope is lost some people do want to die. I have a tiny amount of hope but it feels time is limited I hope that is not the case.
thank you for your understanding and wise-words
thank you for your understanding and wise-words
12th Mar 2020 2:54am
But sometimes that’s all there is too someone is the end. They feel like no one else understands there pain so what’s the point. But it’s up to us as humans to show there are people who care even to a stranger they never met. We’re meant to be caring of all people yet many do not understand that. I can see it. I don’t want to see one more person die by suicide because they think there less then anyone else. Or the pain is too much they can bare. I may have someone in my life but I have to fight daily for 11 yrs with his family because they don’t want us to be together because of me being with my mental health and if I lost him he is all I have (no family but his that pretend and I’m not stupid it’s very tough). So I’m just saying it’s up to us to show people there worth being here. Sorry had to put my two sense in.
1st Mar 2020 11:58am
"Despite what I try to manifest
I've only a few loving friends
Hope they'll understand it wasn't enough"
Regrettably, understood.
((((*))))
I've only a few loving friends
Hope they'll understand it wasn't enough"
Regrettably, understood.
((((*))))
11th Mar 2020 4:19am
3rd Mar 2020 4:29am
Dear D,
Unrequited love is a living death sentence. It’s such a cruel emotion and until it ends it’s as though it’s a devil’s grip hold that just gets tighter. You have captured and wrapped up this misery brilliantly. I am hoping you write this as an observer and not an experience(r). Love manifests in many ways, or some such jargon. We love you! H🌷
Unrequited love is a living death sentence. It’s such a cruel emotion and until it ends it’s as though it’s a devil’s grip hold that just gets tighter. You have captured and wrapped up this misery brilliantly. I am hoping you write this as an observer and not an experience(r). Love manifests in many ways, or some such jargon. We love you! H🌷
11th Mar 2020 4:23am
sadly I am not the observer just a participator in the dance. These experiences have been 60 years in the making and I am so very tired.
thank you for your unwavering love and support, it's a great help
thank you for your unwavering love and support, it's a great help
4th Mar 2020 3:23am
11th Mar 2020 4:24am
