Reached The Edge
Trapped inside a cave of despair,
No light, no hope, no anywhere.
It's been building up for far too long,
I'm not innocent, but I'm not so wrong.
False accusations, and mislead hate,
Your dictators words have become irate.
I'm sick of this,
and everything.
One little shove,
and I might swing
from a rope so high,
so full of hope.
And end it all,
then I could cope.
Or maybe I'll leave,
Just run away.
I won't come back
until the day
when you're all gone,
So far from me,
Where I can't be hurt,
Oh don't you see?
You've did this
so long ago,
You need perfection,
The perfect show,
You pressured, and pushed me,
You dragged me through hell,
You might of ****ed up,
But I won't as well!
I might not be perfect,
Your shining star,
But you just look,
Though not to far!
I'm not so awful,
The worst of the all.
I am only human,
and humans do fall,
Like from a building,
Or a giant bridge.
I might stick with a gun,
so I can end it
Quick!
No light, no hope, no anywhere.
It's been building up for far too long,
I'm not innocent, but I'm not so wrong.
False accusations, and mislead hate,
Your dictators words have become irate.
I'm sick of this,
and everything.
One little shove,
and I might swing
from a rope so high,
so full of hope.
And end it all,
then I could cope.
Or maybe I'll leave,
Just run away.
I won't come back
until the day
when you're all gone,
So far from me,
Where I can't be hurt,
Oh don't you see?
You've did this
so long ago,
You need perfection,
The perfect show,
You pressured, and pushed me,
You dragged me through hell,
You might of ****ed up,
But I won't as well!
I might not be perfect,
Your shining star,
But you just look,
Though not to far!
I'm not so awful,
The worst of the all.
I am only human,
and humans do fall,
Like from a building,
Or a giant bridge.
I might stick with a gun,
so I can end it
Quick!
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Okay, so I wrote this poem a couple years back, when I was suffering from depression. I actually wrote it a couple of days before I tried to commit suicide. So yeh, this poem is very real, and personal to me, as its the only thing I really have left from that dark time apart from a couple of scars. (I am okay now XP)Oh and the punctuation isn;t meant to be perfect, I believe it was me trying to almost proove my madness in the poem.