People like me
People like me don't jump off buildings,
Slit their throats,
Cut their veins,
Or sway from ceilings,
People like me don't stab themselves,
Shoot their organs,
Drown their bodies,
Or starve their bones,
People like me fill their lungs with guilt and shame,
Heart heavy with grief and duplicity,
Brain foggy with disconsolation, debating life and death,
People like me forge accidents
Hope for accidents,
Pray for accidents,
So they're not disgraced
Wishing for benevolence,
Hate ourselves for trying,
Hate ourselves for not trying,
Hate ourselves nonetheless,
We drink those little vials,
Chew those confectioneries,
Hoping for it to consume us,
Consume me,
Till there's nothing of them,
Till there's nothing of me,
Till there's nothing left
About this poem
This poem is for and about that part of depressed population that doesn't have the courage to end themselves. They want to end their lives but they can't, thinking about the lives that'd end with them even though the people never cared, they were not at fault. You blame them but you don't. You want to live but you don't. You want to laugh and cry and be with everyone but it's too much and you feel numb. "so they're not disgraced", here the word they're is referred to the shame and the blame the families of the victims. "Drink those little vials" talks about alcohol abuse and or even poison "Chew those confectioneries" is referred to the sleeping pills and other drugs people get addicted to when they're depressed more »
Written on March 13, 2022
Submitted by cripplingcradles on March 13, 2022
Modified on March 28, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 741 |
Words | 140 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 26 |
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