Let me go, let me go.
Those who love me,
Please let me go.
My heart is so heavy,
My heart is too full,
Please let me go.
You want me to live,
But it hurts too much.
Please let me go.
I don't want to hurt you
But I can't go on anymore.
Please let me go.
I cannot keep on being.
I'm so very sorry.
Please let me go.
Friday, November 25, 2016
Hey, You
There's a poem I like
It's called "Remember how we forgot?"
Only the title is relevant here
Remember how worried you were
Not even a week ago?
Remember how you forgot that?
I shouldn't complain
When what I expect
Happens
When I didn't want you
To worry, anyway
Do I have to start each day
By saying
"Hey I want to die"
For you to care?
Why don't you ever
Just ask?
One person asks.
One person worries
Because he asks
And I answer
I know this is selfish
I am selfish
I'm not the only one
With problems
I just want you to ask
But it's not like I
Didn't know this would happen
I knew it would
I counted on it
It's always happened before
I write "I'm closer to
Suicide than to living"
And everyone freaks out
But I write "I regret
Not stopping to buy a gun
To blow my brains out"
And it's crickets
I don't normally
Write poems at people
And at the moment
I'm not even sure
Who "you" are
But if you see this
Ask me how I'm doing
Love is never going to be the cure
But each love is
One more thing
To tie me here
Even when I hate those ties
It's easy to say
"I love you."
It's harder to listen to the answer
To "are you okay?"
It's called "Remember how we forgot?"
Only the title is relevant here
Remember how worried you were
Not even a week ago?
Remember how you forgot that?
I shouldn't complain
When what I expect
Happens
When I didn't want you
To worry, anyway
Do I have to start each day
By saying
"Hey I want to die"
For you to care?
Why don't you ever
Just ask?
One person asks.
One person worries
Because he asks
And I answer
I know this is selfish
I am selfish
I'm not the only one
With problems
I just want you to ask
But it's not like I
Didn't know this would happen
I knew it would
I counted on it
It's always happened before
I write "I'm closer to
Suicide than to living"
And everyone freaks out
But I write "I regret
Not stopping to buy a gun
To blow my brains out"
And it's crickets
I don't normally
Write poems at people
And at the moment
I'm not even sure
Who "you" are
But if you see this
Ask me how I'm doing
Love is never going to be the cure
But each love is
One more thing
To tie me here
Even when I hate those ties
It's easy to say
"I love you."
It's harder to listen to the answer
To "are you okay?"
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