Chapter 1 - "As It Approaches"
Submitted September 11, 2004 Updated September 11, 2004 Status Incomplete | hopelessness and a feeling of lost that's destroying a person
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Chapter 1 - "As It Approaches"
Chapter 1 - "As It Approaches"
I lay motionless with no feeling,
I cannot move, see, think.
All I see is death,
Lingering, waiting, watching.
Wanting me to lose it all,
So that it can take over,
And cause me pain,
And feel happiness through my death.
And I would be happy too,
For I am motionless due to my life.
I am always depressed,
Maybe death would save me from it.
Maybe if I left it would all go away,
And there would be no more pain.
No one would care anyway,
So what’s there to stop me?
Death could take me tomorrow,
No one would care.
No tears would be shed,
Because no one cares.
Maybe they do care,
But they don’t show it at all.
They have too much fun tormenting me,
Why would they waste their time showing a little consideration?
They think I don’t have feelings,
That I don’t care,
That I can’t care,
But I do care.
They say they’ve been through more than I have,
And I laugh at that.
I’ve experienced more pain and strife than they have,
I’ve felt more emotional trauma than they have,
I’ve cried more tears than they ever have.
I’ve stayed up lying motionless more times than they have,
I’ve let death almost take me many times.
I bet death has never gotten close to any of them.
So why do they tell me they’ve seen more, heard more than I have?
If I wasn’t concerned for my own reputation,
I would tell them what I have been through.,
But why should I anyway,
They wouldn’t care anyway.
Which makes me want to let death get closer,
Not to push it away like I have in the past.
Because when my mind can only focus on the bad,
Then all I think of are the good things that can come from death.
Which makes me let it approach more rapidly,
Because I know that no one would care.
Too bad they don’t,
It’s no fun not being loved,
And no one seems to realize that.
So I think maybe I should let death come all the way,
And take me completely.
I wouldn’t mind,
I could escape the pain I’m feeling.
No one would care,
And I would be relieved of this burden called life.
I cannot move, see, think.
All I see is death,
Lingering, waiting, watching.
Wanting me to lose it all,
So that it can take over,
And cause me pain,
And feel happiness through my death.
And I would be happy too,
For I am motionless due to my life.
I am always depressed,
Maybe death would save me from it.
Maybe if I left it would all go away,
And there would be no more pain.
No one would care anyway,
So what’s there to stop me?
Death could take me tomorrow,
No one would care.
No tears would be shed,
Because no one cares.
Maybe they do care,
But they don’t show it at all.
They have too much fun tormenting me,
Why would they waste their time showing a little consideration?
They think I don’t have feelings,
That I don’t care,
That I can’t care,
But I do care.
They say they’ve been through more than I have,
And I laugh at that.
I’ve experienced more pain and strife than they have,
I’ve felt more emotional trauma than they have,
I’ve cried more tears than they ever have.
I’ve stayed up lying motionless more times than they have,
I’ve let death almost take me many times.
I bet death has never gotten close to any of them.
So why do they tell me they’ve seen more, heard more than I have?
If I wasn’t concerned for my own reputation,
I would tell them what I have been through.,
But why should I anyway,
They wouldn’t care anyway.
Which makes me want to let death get closer,
Not to push it away like I have in the past.
Because when my mind can only focus on the bad,
Then all I think of are the good things that can come from death.
Which makes me let it approach more rapidly,
Because I know that no one would care.
Too bad they don’t,
It’s no fun not being loved,
And no one seems to realize that.
So I think maybe I should let death come all the way,
And take me completely.
I wouldn’t mind,
I could escape the pain I’m feeling.
No one would care,
And I would be relieved of this burden called life.
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sofiadivine on September 21, 2005, 2:46:14 PM
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wow, surely sounds like the topic of the poem has been through a lot... but people try to relate and yet can't. they say it all but they really don't feel it all... i just hope that nobody ever gets that close to death for in the end you always make a difference to at least one person. sometimes you just don't see it until it's too late. I know death may sound appealing at times but when you actually get too close to death you'll lose in the end.