Young Writers Society

No More.

No more can I care,
For this torture, life,
No more can I bare,
Imagining my savior, a knife.

I tried to withstand,
But no more can I try,
Ignoring the betrayals at hand,
No more can I cry.

No guidance to seek,
My loved ones forgot me,
No faith to be weak,
Alone forever I shall be.

Unless I can escape,
This world, this inhumanity,
The violence, the rape,
This chaos and insanity.

So I tip over to freedom gate,
Leaving behind this body I hate,
With one shed tear, my soul goes,
Into the void, last memory the swing of my toes.

No more can I try,
No choice but to die.


I wrote poem when I was depressed, thought about suicide but the urge of writing took control of me instead, for the moment. Enjoy the poem, or mourn over it.