Jul 13 2011

Dying alone

Published by at 9:57 am under emo Poems

and so, with my last drop of hope, i clutch at a single soul
one indifferent human being
but its all that i have
that single, flickering orb of light
is the only thing i have
and he cant see me crying
he cant even hold me
or promise me the world
and i dont think he would, if he could
hed take one look at my blotchy face
and run before the first sob racks through my body
run as far as he can, leaving me to wallow in self-loathing
or, maybe
maybe hed stay
and pull me closer to him
letting me fall asleep from the tiny rocking motions hes making
just listening to his heartbeat
and his breathing
and the wordless nonsense hes cooing at me
maybe hed be the one who was finally worth trusting
the one who helped when no others dared come near
but we all know my story wont end with a knight in shining armor
thats a thing of fairy tales
the thing im waiting for
the big finale
is
death
just dying alone. in a bathroom stall
as my blood pools around me
and i finish carving the names of people who broke me into my skin
a permanent etching, letting the world know how many times i trusted the wrong person
just bleeding out
and as blood and tears mix, i find that the only one to blame
is me

This post was submitted by pixie.

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3 Responses to “Dying alone”

  1. starduston 08 Dec 2011 at 11:47 pm

    😀 OMG, this is one of your best poems yet in my opinion!!! Loved it. Very deep and sad.

  2. pixieon 09 Dec 2011 at 6:43 am

    Thank you! You’re awesome.

  3. Alexeion 16 May 2012 at 2:14 pm

    Whenever I hear this it takes me back to working osduite last winter in well below freezing weather usually at night with the frost setting inI used play this to keep myself moving during my break in my car so I didn’t seize up once I went back actually felt better then hearing it while being drenched in sweat in a club

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