A poem I wrote when I was feeling down. I am not thinking about suicide or anything. Just felt the need to be depressed...
I bite my fingernails.
I chew my lip.
Does that make me disgusting?
I curse, complain,
and love to fight.
Does that require a shushing?
I sneeze. I breathe,
like every human does.
Or maybe I’m not human,
and I’m here just because.
I have a life.
I have a soul.
I really am not revolting.
Just look inside my heart;
Maybe you’ll find it jolting.
Like the moon that rises up at night
and settles in the morn’.
I’m like that little moon,
By myself and torn.
You never will know my ways,
or understand my fears.
I’m trembling now, outside, alone.
Left with nothing but my tears.
But I can be free.
I can be alive.
I only need to plunder on.
But I’m not sure I can do it,
now that all my hope is gone.
Just a little nudge in faith,
can help my heart restore.
But the little knife that is in my hands,
can cure the pain that sores.
I close with a final word,
that I whisper to the air.
“Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
I close my eyes tight.
And I end this one long fight.
