yet more of my, [Pages for the Dead]'s, poems...
copyright 2006

Unbearable Hatred

All of this hate i harbor.
I cannot take it any longer.
All this hate shall seal my fate.
Bound to it like fish to bait.

What to do i do not know.
I feel like i'm gonna blow.
All this anger is unbearable.
How could it ever be tolerable?
I hope this rage is just a phase.
But i know it's not and so do you.
So i'm leaving; goodbye, so long, and adieu.

  

Subject: Death

Why do we humans fear death?
It is merely the transition to another life.
It is nature's way of cleaning up its own failed experiment.
If there was no death, how would we live?
We would only continue to destroy ourselves.

Humanity is a pest that needs extermination
I do not fear death, nay, I trust in it.

   

Lonely

I'm so lonely, everyone ignores me.
They stay away, for that they'll pay.
Why do the desert?
Why do they make me hurt?
I just want it all to end.
I just want a true friend.
I guess that's too much to ask.
Death and pain become my task.
This lonliness will never die.
So i'll say my final goodbyes.

 

Cutter's last thoughts

As the cutter slowly slits his wrists.
All he can think about is this:
What's left for me on the other side?
I'm totally dead inside.
Just another victim of mankind.

There can be no bliss for all of this.
We must pay for what we say.
We all must die, it is ever nigh.
I will die by choice.
Once and for all i shall end my voice.

    

Cutting

The temptation to cut is way too great.
I know it shall be my inevitable fate.
To cut, and cut, and cut some more.
'Till all that's left is blood and gore.

  

Alone

Why do people turn away?
When i want them to stay.
Whenever i need them the most.
They just fade away like a fucking ghost.
They treat me like shit.
As if i deserve it.
They leave me alone.
So i'll die...alone...

 

Endless Depression

No one knows what it's like.
To live this life of endless strife.
To be alive while depressed.
Is like being trapped in a dark abyss.
There is no "little ray of hope".
It's almost impossible just to cope.

The only way to end this endless pain.
Would be to use a razor to stain.
My wrists with my own blood.
Only this time it will come in a flood.
I shall finally end all the years.
Of cutting, bleeding, and stopless tears.

  

Mask

I'm fine on the outside.
But then you take a look on the inside.
What you see scares you.
It chills your bones through.
So i mask the pain inside.
And appear to be fine.
I cover up my hurt.
But i still feel like dirt.
Totally senseless.
Totally worthless.
I hide what i'm feeling.
Because i am nothing.
I put on my little act.
So i will no longer hold you back.
I'll go on with my life.
Constantly hiding my strife.

  

"Friends"

Since everybody hates who i am.
Why do some of them pretend?
As if they truly are my friends.
They act like i can't see.
What they really think of me.

They yell at me every chance they get.
Like i'm their fucking loyal pet.
Why do they continue this lie?
They see me as something that deserves to die.
So why, Dammit WHY?!

Untitled

If i died tomorrow
no one would care
consumed by my sorrow
no one even dares
to get near
this hollow shell
because they fear
that they will join my hell.

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