she stares out the window crying
and always will
alone in the world
so different from everyone else
alone in her own mind
where she is trapped
by her own insanity
that will consume her every thought
no one will ever understand
no one will truly ever care
no one to ever know
she stays trapped alone
fearing her every thought
hating everyone for they suck
by unintentionally tearing apart her soul
until she has nothing left to believe in
no breath left in her lungs worth breathing
no care left in her heart
that has turn so angry
no one left to trust
no one to ever have faith in her
to get better
no chance of recovery
shes in way too deep now
no chance of ever being happy
all she can do is frown
she knows shes not normal
but really wants to be
not sure of what noramlity is
not sure why she doesn't understand people
or why they don't understand her
craving pure happiness
as if it water and she dehydrated
she wishes she were dead
or atleast totally away from her head
she wants to disapeer
craves death during her sleep
never wanting to wake up each day
rather enjoying eternal dreams
of such things she'll never have
such beauty she imagines
such happiness on her face
such great people in her life
who can never go away
and never grow to hate
the horrible way she is
she never know why
she desprately hates her life
and why with every strife
she dies a little more
she feels closer to teh morgue
and farther from help
well when medicine wont work
and doctors are still too stupid
she fears she has no hope
no chance
no luck
she'll always be hated
mostly by herself
never be understood
even by herself
so alone she sits
staring out the window crying
where she will always be
alone
different
trapt by pure insanity
as it consumes her every thought
until she can muster the courage
and she will
someday
make it all go away

WR

Time has truley etched an extrordanary woman from the child i once knew.

Changing and changing as does the catapiller to butterfly, she stays by my side.

Do you want protection from evil in your innocent mind?

Or is it because my absence makes your understand what things can be?

The option is open. Life or Death, Heaven or Hell, Freedom or Prison.

Go now, free yourself from the intoxicating and sweet insanity.

Stay now and contenue to indulge yourself with hope of a future.

The only true answer I can offer you is this small assurance.

Lets live on together, It might be our only dream into the future

but untill then, let's live on together.

I've come to understand even on ablack and empty street,

if we go together we might one day find some thing.

like the moon that floats in the darkness or the sun that leads the way.

By: Damanex

W.R.

My bleeding soul twisted inside crys to me, die tonight. I know that it is not my time, but I cant ignore the pain inside. I used to release it with wine but now that bottle is bone dry. Someday, I know, I'll be alright, but I'll always stay, broken inside. One day, we all must die. So why don't we pick our own demise? Shattered, I know, is the spirit I once had. Even though depression makes me glad. I wish I could just disapeer, and never know of such horrible fear.

W.R.

- Olin Miller

Depend on the rabbit's foot if you will,
but remember it didn't work for the rabbit.

- R.E. Shay

People get so in the habit of worry that if you save them from drowning and put them on a bank to dry in the sun with hot chocolate and muffins, they wonder whether they are catching cold.

- John Jay Chapman

Epitaph/Suicide/Depression/Sad Poems

Could I but give you comfort in my death,
How might I tell you what you meant to me?
All I did, both night and day, was love you,
Rulers of my kingdom and my heart.
Like gods, at last you claimed my painful breath,
Opening the door to mystery,
The final gift of all the gifts you gave me,
Taking what I could no longer give you
Even if I tried with all my art.

By Dimitri Shostakovich

Remember not the pathos of our plight Or the tears of our too-youthful end. Mourn us not, for we became a light, Eden shining still through deathless night, On all who first pure love would comprehend. Judge us not, although we chose to die, Undone by beauty such as few have known, Love so perfect one could not reply In words less meteoric than its own. Each life must wend its way towards death and pain. Though we died young, our story will remain.

By William Byrd

Do believe I'll never leave you:
Always I'll be in your heart.
Don't forget my soul is near you,
And so we'll never be apart.

By G.P. da Palestrina

You taught me how to love you by
The way that you loved me;
And by your unseen sustenance,
To see what you could see.

You gave to me through who you were
The gift of what I am.
Your pride in me is now my pride;
Your faith, my caravan.

Your life does not conclude with death,
Nor will it end with mine,
For all the lives I touch, you touch,
And so on through all time.

Can't you see? Don't you care
I want to die?
Don't you listen? Can't you hear
My silent cry?
Won't you turn? Can't you hold
Me to your heart?
Are you afraid of what might follow
Once you start?
Would you rather not believe
I'm in such pain
That all your sense and good advice
Must be in vain?
Would you rather tell yourself
I'll be OK,
And all this adolescent angst
Will go away?
Ah! Would I also swim across
This lake alone!
But if you cannot swim with me,
I know I'll drown.

By Dimitri Shostakovich

There's beauty in the barest breath of sunshine,
Wasted on all but those who know despair.
Each wound turns passions just a bit more grey,
Not adding new nor taking old away,
Trading joy for something far less fair,
Yet turning grace to something far more fine.
For such, there is a winding of the way
In which a bleakness, soon become a sign,
Vividly undoes the dying day,
Evoking longings one can hardly bear.

By William Byrd

To say goodbye's impossible forever,
And yet we must too soon exchange goodbyes.
No magnitude of love when someone dies
Can manage the immensity of never.
Yet even death cannot our friendship sever
Though you may rest somewhere beyond our sighs
And all the talk of afterlife be lies.
Eternity is our brief glimpse of ever.
Even as each breeze must alter time
And each unruly rock reshape the sea,
So love lasts beyond our consciousness.
Each pulse of life's a piece of the sublime,
A breath so full of grace it cannot be,
A wave that ripples endlessly through darkness.

By Dimitri Shostakovich