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Almost happy
Mar. 29th, 2012 09:48 amI am
the girl-
with the
plastic smile.
Tears are
f a l l i n g-
a steady
d
r
i
p
.
Blood encrusts-
the cuts
she conceals
with long sleeves.
She hides
so deep inside-
there's no chance
she'll find herself.
Watching-
almost happy-
she glances through
the window-
just to watch-
the stars
bear silent witness-
to her last soft-
e x h a l e.
A/N: Please forgive me for writing this poem. No one need worry that anything drastic has happened, but this just decided to come out today. I know it isn't even very good, but I figure that if I write poetry about things like suicide, that will keep me from acting on any such thoughts. I may be wrong, but I find it therapeutic to write things like this, and it is my journal. I've been thinking a lot about someone who was a mentor of mine who committed suicide two years ago. This man will forever hold a special place in my heart. He was my teacher, but he was also much more than that. He was an inspiration to me, and a picture of what was possible with determination and hard work, He showed me by example that people do not have to be defined by the limitations life places on them. I hurt whenever I think that he took his own life, but that will never change what he was to me, and I hope that wherever he is, his soul is at peace now. He is still missed and not forgotten.
the girl-
with the
plastic smile.
Tears are
f a l l i n g-
a steady
d
r
i
p
.
Blood encrusts-
the cuts
she conceals
with long sleeves.
She hides
so deep inside-
there's no chance
she'll find herself.
Watching-
almost happy-
she glances through
the window-
just to watch-
the stars
bear silent witness-
to her last soft-
e x h a l e.
A/N: Please forgive me for writing this poem. No one need worry that anything drastic has happened, but this just decided to come out today. I know it isn't even very good, but I figure that if I write poetry about things like suicide, that will keep me from acting on any such thoughts. I may be wrong, but I find it therapeutic to write things like this, and it is my journal. I've been thinking a lot about someone who was a mentor of mine who committed suicide two years ago. This man will forever hold a special place in my heart. He was my teacher, but he was also much more than that. He was an inspiration to me, and a picture of what was possible with determination and hard work, He showed me by example that people do not have to be defined by the limitations life places on them. I hurt whenever I think that he took his own life, but that will never change what he was to me, and I hope that wherever he is, his soul is at peace now. He is still missed and not forgotten.
