Honesty
You may not believe
That what I am about to say
Are indeed the facts
Or that there was anyway to tell
That those before me
Were to blame
For what is to come
Out of all of this.
I know that
In your eyes
There's no telling
As to how this could possibly end
But I assure you that
I've known for so long
Known for so long
That this day would come.
I'm not asking you to understandThat this is indeed who I am
I'm not asking you to understand
That this is alone, is my decision
To erase myself
And die...
By my own hand.
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\m/ (-.-) \m/
i love poems
here's my favorite:
Oh, the torment bred in the race
FROM THE LIBATION BEARERS
By Aeschylus
Oh, the torment bred in the race,
the grinding scream of death
and the stroke that hits the vein,
the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,
the curse no man can bear.
But there is a cure in the house,
and not outside it, no,
not from others but from them,
their bloody strife. We sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.
Now hear, you blissful powers underground—
answer the call, send help.
Bless the children, give them triumph now.
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