Tiger Feathers

Bittersweet

A/N: This is the first poem from two years ago, and the rest are from the same time. Proceed with caution.

I am standing at the edge of a cliff,

staring down at the needle sharp rocks below.

My insides are churning with anxiety

I can hear my mother's voice

inside of my head.

She always said:

"Eat bitter, taste sweet."

I don't think that's true

in my short, short life

it has always been:

"Eat bitter, taste poison."

Life is a cruel thing

always playing tricks on you

driving you insane.

I look up at the swirling clouds above me

one last time.

Goodbye, Mother

Goodbye, World.

a/n

I'll just get it out there: i am NOT suicidal, but I did know a few people who were. If you are, and you're reading this, I know you've heard it before, but just hold on, kay? Life is a precious thing, and if you're not going to live it for yourself than live it for everyone else who will feel your loss at the bottom of their hearts. I know some of you might think that no one cares for you, that everyone hates you, but that isn't true. There will be someone who's life will drastically change for the worse if you do decide to end it. think about the guilt you'll put someone through for them knowing they had a part to play in your death. think about the guilt you'll put someone through for knowing they could have done something to stop it. and think about how much worse this world sill be without you, because believe it or not, it will. Even in a dark cavern, there's always some way to find the light that shines brightly at the end of it. Find it, and before you do, just hold on, just keep fighting back and show the world that it can't and won't put you down, even if it seems like all it does is make you suffer. Show whoever or whatever is making you this way that it will not get the best of you, because you are a fighter. If you've made it long enough to see this, then you are.

-crazyphalanges