Read Decadence I :: XI. Of Them Who Spoke

WARNING: THIS POEM'S TOPIC IS ON SUICIDE, ITS METHODS AND NOTATIONS OF SELF HARM. PLEASE READ AT ONES DISCRETION.

Of Them Who Spoke - (04/03/2016)

(renamed from "The Suicidal Child (Speaks to the World)")

It's time for me to say goodbye

To a world that cares not if or when I die

I'm leaving now, yet I don't want to go

But if I drop dead, no one will know

It appears that no one really cared for me

So the best thing I can do is leave

I'm standing here, I'm on my own

Not much difference, as I was always alone

I am tired of hurting, I am tired of lying

I have been tired of hiding, and tired of crying.

They say that I could never be fixed

They say that I won't ever be missed

The bruises and scars across my skin

Paint a canvas of my suffering

The hurtful words stuck in my ear

From loving mouths, I once held dear

A rope now where I lay my head

Feels more comfortable than when I lay in bed

Better than the mistrust I had to take

Whenever I would make mistakes

I am tired of trying, I am tired of bleeding

I have been tired of hoping, and always believing.

They say that I was always okay

They say I have been living good days

This pain is more than I can endure

Of this, I know that I am sure

It's cutting me deeper than the knives

We use in our daily lives

They kept my silence, tied to a leash

High up from my grasp, so I could never reach

Least the one I grabbed would not let me down

Instead it hoisted me up, right above the ground

I am tired of hurting, I am tired of lying

I have been tired of hiding, and now I am dying.

They said that I was never fixed

And my voice was never missed

From my lungs, the air escapes

Tears streaming down my fragile face

With no one to save me from my plight

And my soul races free into the night