I am no good,
I am no kind
I am dreadful and dark
I am void of love
I am void of tenderness
Callous exterior, diseased interior
Empty circle, nobody to call a friend
Once I had friends that loved my company
We ate fries under the shade
I told jokes and we laughed a lot
They grew prettier and confident
I grew insecure and depressed
We parted ways and I took the path of death
I was once the center of attention,
Like the sun, I shined with no apologies
Now I can't utter a complete sentence without apologies
I was known by many
I was the shinning diamond that glimmered even the darkest nights
Like the first sun rays after a long winter,
I brought warmth and glad tidings
But I no longer emit warmth
And they fled
Because my coldness was too much to handle
Would they miss me if I died today?
Would they move on the day after and forget I ever existed?
Would my death sadden anyone or would I be just another dead sad girl?
I hope not.
I hope I remain unwanted even when I die.
I hope my death doesn't stir any emotions in anyone.
I hope my death doesn't make him regret not loving me.
I hope my death comes and goes unnoticed like the cool breeze of the night.
I hope my death comes soon.
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The Path to Death
PoesíaThese are free verse poems that I have written when I was at my lowest point, trying to figure out what I want more, to love or to die. I am battling depression and maybe I will get better, maybe not. But writing down what I'm feeling lessens my b...
