Strange Thoughts

Written Wishes

Hello again! I'm terribly sorry I haven't written anything in months but I was very busy with school. But I'm back now :-) I'll do my best to write when I can. But anyway, this is a poem. It's dedicated to a friend but not based off a song. Enjoy.

~Mystery :-)

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Does a broken heart eventually mend?

Can it be fixed with the strike of a pen?

Perhaps it's damned forever; broken for life?

Embedded with the failure of one last strife?

I guess I'll never know, mine's dead, you see,

My heart would be fine if it weren't for me,

I held it up and out for all to take,

And many pieces they did shake,

I should have known,

All chances were blown,

Now all I can do is build up my walls,

Segregating myself from you all,

But it's for the best for I am a wreck,

I tied a coarse rope around my own neck,

And I stepped on a chair and got ready to fall,

My breathing was heavy as I tried not to stall,

It would soon be over, insults no more,

While my thoughts I did spill and my heart I did pour,

Into a simple note that lies on my bed,

It laid simple and written, no rumor to shed,

My feet felt heavy, and my arms were weak,

As I wondered if mother had taken a peek,

Into my bedroom all those nights I did break,

But tried to sob quietly for my family's own sake,

It's happened before, though it was a fail,

I tried this before, but the pills made me frail,

My hands shook as I wrote,

And sobs tore through my throat,

But I wanted to end, I wanted to end!

I wanted this messed up life to end!

I wanted my heart to mend, my poor soul to blend!

More time to spend, I wanted a friend!

I simple friend!

But sadly no one was willing to bend,

I was alone for years,

For no one saw my tears,

It's amazing what a smile can hide,

What bracelets divide,

It astounds me what people will ignore,

If it will mess with their routine, or if you're a 'bore',

For if I were to show them my cuts and scars,

They'd slip away, leaving nothing but stars,

But enough about me,

And more for my plea,

I ask only one thing,

That the angels sing,

To mother and father,

Sister and brother,

To tell them I'm fine,

That it was just my time,

I wanted to go,

Though they'll never know,

The pain I endured,

Could never be cured.  

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Hello :-) I enjoy all your comments very much and appreciate criticism so I know what to improve on but please no hate or rude comments.