Short Poems

[TheConfused{NWBVB}]

Sometimes she thinks: Wouldn't it be nice to just leave?

Drift into obliviation and let it all go.

The anger, hate, envy, frustration, sorrow.

The Pain.

Let it fall to the winds.

Cut off the ties to life as easily as cutting the rope to end it all.

 

She realizes: She doesn't want to do this anymore.

She won't keep the facade any longer

 

She can't do this anymore.

 

A hung body swings like the pendulum on the clock of Life.

Swinging until it slows and stops.

 

*Suicidal*

 

I realize this isn't really a poem, and it may not make much sense, but I wanted to share it. Hope you enjoyed. I would love some feedback.

~TCNWBVB