The Brink

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NOTE: Despite the morbid, suicidal nature of this poem, this DOES NOT reflect my state of mind. This is simply my poetic musings on a tough subject to discuss. So, sympathy notes, though admirable are not neccesesary.
Please enjoy my latest piece.

Break my vessel.
Watch me bleed.

I’m not so special.

Now I’ll concede.



Freeze your soul.

Make it ice.

Take your toll.

I’ll pay the price.



Raise the pistol.

Aim it sharp.

Smash this crystal.

Burn my tarp.



Wipe away,

My ugly slate.

There is no day,

Too good for fate.



Let the pieces

Blankly fall.

So when life ceases

You’ll stand tall.



My life is spent.

I have no place.

It’s cracked and bent.

Like a bullet case.



Send away

Your sunshine tears.

Do not display

Your pointless fears.



This last abyss

It isn’t new.

It is a bliss

I have been through.



You turn around.

You’ve walked away.

I stood my ground.

A meek display.



Remove from me

My daily dread.

I must feel free

Or I’ll feel dead.



Pull me back

From this great brink

My mind is black

For it does sink.



Through only you

I’ll see the light.

I know its true.

Its worth the fight.

[GirlInTheGreenGrass]

ehh it wasn't so morbid. Don't you worry:) I liked your poem.
They may burn you, crack and bend you, but you keep on fighting for that light.
Thank you.
peace&<3 friend