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Ålter Ego

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I don't feel this way, but I hope I get to some people with this.

 

Whispering ghosts swirl around my lifeless host.

Villainous voices suggest suicidal choices.

 

My soul needs to escape this miserable shell.

I need my Heaven to escape this physical hell.

 

Which method should I choose? Which weapon is best?

A bullet to my brain? A knife to my chest?

 

A bottle full of pills will kill all of my ills.

Even if it's less of a thriil made for the weak willed.

 

Or what about the ledge? Twenty stories should do.

I don't care how I die as long as my life is through.

 

This world doesn't need me! I didn't ask to be born!

Who cares if my mother loves me! Who cares if she will mourn!

 

Who cares of my father and his father will cry!

Nothing else matters because I choose to die!

 

Who cares if my friends will cry rivers of sorrow!

I hated yesterday and today. So why bother hating tomorrow?

 

I am selfish enough to take my own life!

And abandon my child! My husband! My wife!

 

All I want is to do is escape this cold world where I reside.

I am so alone with everyone and no one by my side.

 

Nobody understands me and the struggles that I own.

I have so many to talk to. But I choose to be alone.

 

Every problem has a solution. At least that's what I was told.

I don't have time for problems. Death is the only solution I hold.

 

I am powerful!! I control my fate, be it a pill, gun or knife.

But if I am strong enough to control my death...

Then I am strong enough to control my life...

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WOW... very very nice writing. Well put together...

 

And.. just a commentary... the choice to LIVE carries more power. Once you are gone.. huh.. poof gone. NO power. Easy way. Cowards way out. The choice to end it... is too easy of a cop out choice.

 

anyway... very very powerful writing...

 

Dare I hope... I know who this is... hmmmm

 

any more hints??? pretty pretty please... with chocolate sprinkles on top.

 

I'm not exaclty bright eyed and bushy tailed today...

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Thank you for the comments. I appreciate it greatly. I can give you one last clue. Maybe this will help.

 

You must do a search on this site to find the surprise

For two words that begin with what we do with our eyes

The first word is where students go to eat their afternoon meals

The second one is a strong passion for the opposite sex that we feel

It was at midnight when the last advice was given to me

By a female who would've been flattered by my actions to be

 

I'm terrible.

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Yes, you are terrible.

 

I'll be gone most of the day, so Shadow see if you can figure this out. I have faith in your deductive skills. First word.... cafeteria, auditorium, market, park....

 

Second word.... love, lust, crush, affection, passion....

 

But onto the poem. Good, and I have no idea why you would be embarrassed to post under your regular name. Your stuff is good. Shadow is right, the choice to live is more powerful. Taking your life is the cowards way out. Quote that I like:

 

"It's easy to find something worth dying for. What do you have worth living for?"

 

The day to day struggles of life can weigh us down. But its these very struggles that make us strong and able to endure anything life throws at us.

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Naw, cujo had a cute demon thing going for him. All he needed was his morning coffee. And thank you Shy. You did guess both words. Now you have to put them together and do the search on this site. I am the creator of the second thread of that search.

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