- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dark Thoughts
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Dark thoughts, evil thoughts, I am having a bad day. Where is Kyle when I need him? Of course he is out with his friends.
Drinking, drinking a lot, vodka and whiskey, probably not the best combinations but they will take away the bad thoughts, or do they?
Where is Kyle? I need him, I need him to help take away the pain.
Kyle is my best friend, usually, he has stuck by me when I have falling in and out of love with many of guys.
This last one was my longest of two years, and he fucking cut me off like I was last week's bread. He walked in to our apartment and packed his bags and left.
He didn't even have the decency to even say we were through. He packed up his shit while I was at work.
Double vision is a bitch, I can't even see enough to even walk right now. Where is Kyle? I need him, I need to cry in his lap the only man I should have loved but was too stupid to notice.
I would get up to find my phone to text him, but I think I would fall over if I even tried. Maybe I can crawl to find it. The tears are flowing, I am warm from all the liquor.
He will find me eventually he has to come home some time, the knife looks pointy. The music is blaring. Where is Kyle? I need him. Another person I opened my heart up to and they stomped on it like it was nothing.
Red, all I see is red, and someone is screaming, the liquor finally takes me and I black out.
The room is bright, I don't know where I am, the room is too bright, I hear someone say he is awake. I look over and I see Kyle looking at me. He has sadness in his eye, why?
The room is really bright, my head hurts and so does my arms, I can't move them, they are tied to the bed. I look down at my arms, why are they tied to the bed? I see bandages around my wrists, what happened?
- COMMENTS
NymzanSusaurenalmost 5 years agoAnd I thought my poem...'poisoned jest' was trippy. Perhaps i should find the whole version and post it. They made me scale it down far too much to publish it.
Don't ever make those thoughts real. You write well. It is hard to find writers with real brains and emotions willing to share both.
I absolutely hate my life and cycle through depression, anger, and sadness while feeling tired and in pain, but the one thing that never changes: I think suicide is cowardly, and I am not going to give the evil tormenting me the pleasure of seeing me go out like that. So, I keep living and I laugh... constantly. Enemies hate to see you smile...
Chin up. Be brave. When life kicks you, smile and help someone else out of a rut.
