Still I fail to see,
The point in which life,
Becomes worth it not to flee,
Becomes worth it not to use that knife,
Not to write on my arm,
Or give up my life. 1
Shame it must be,
Broken are my wings,
If only you could help I plea,
Lift me from the ground to which I cling,
Help me fly away,
Let my shattered voice sing.2
Clouded be my mind,
Peering through a haze,
Through which others be blind.
With my hollow gaze,
I stare at the world,
With my empty praise.3
My note I hope you got,
Nailed to the bed,
To show I hadn’t forgot.
Filled to the brim with dread,
I held the gun,
Cocked it and put it to my head.4
Abandoned and alone,
Be my self in pain.
“Here lies,” dost shone,
Beside my body slain.
Try and awake me,
Thy attempts are vain.
Author notes
Sorrow.
By the way, its not much of a prewrite since I posted it literally two seconds before I spotted this contest (: lol
A contest entry
- Emotion by Lady Pixie.
225 points, ended November 22, 41 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the flow and rhyme of this piece. The words are deep and emotional. Good work
This is a sorrowful piece, and I surely hope you really don't feel like this. Suicide is never an answer 
Anyways, I did enjoy the read. And thank you for entering the contest
Pixie
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