The beginning of the end

[Abby]

(for s.s)
I screamed and choked on words in my head; death, pain, endings, and screwed my eyes shut until I couldn’t see the body on the bathroom floor in a pool of blood, and then I escaped in to a world which enveloped my pain until I couldn’t feel it anymore. But still I wasn’t free. Freedom loomed ahead as some place I always fell short of reaching. Instead of being dissuaded my only thought was ‘cut deeper next time’. All the while I pleaded with my eyes for you to see the pain inside them, and somehow make it disappear. Only you couldn’t look past your own indulgences to see me slowly fading. The shadow your indifference cast over me pushed me further in to bleakness, and I turned upon the only faith I’d ever had. In the real world love, truth and beauty are ideals, and the closest I’ve ever felt to finding either has been chemically inspired. I’m falling, further, three years down now, will it be too late before you see?

 

[tosakarade]

Abby, I don't even know you, nor have I read any of your previous work, yet already I feel for you!!! Remember in the present moment there is never an end and by living each present moment and improving it upon the last moment, the end will no longer matter, and the present can only improve. I loved the post, it's so full of raw emotion. Keep smiling!!!
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I think poetry is written mostly for pleasure, by which I mean the pleasure of pain, horror, anguish and awe as well as the pleasure of beauty, music and the act of living.
~Kenneth Slessor~

 

[cand-E bamber]

youve captured the last 2 years of my life, perfectly, in such few words.
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Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too? - Douglas Adams