u/Independent-Self8841

The loud silence of a goodbye

Should I tie the knot?
Jump from the sky just to know what it feels like to fly?

Maybe one pill would make the pain go away temporarily,
but twenty of them would be enough for a permanent stop.

Thoughts of the rush, the pain, course through my veins.
I only have these options.

No one would know.
No one would see unless I made an obvious scene.

When the moon hits my face, I’ll be here making my choices.
When the sun rises and shines into my eyes, they will have a new light in them
because mine would be gone.

The same brown eyes that I got from my mother.

As she walks in seeing me, yet I’m not there.
Those same brown eyes of hers turn glossy with tears.

She screams in pain knowing her child is no longer here.

The same sun that rose the day before now lights up the whole room,
yet the faces inside it seem dull.

My cat jumps onto my bed wondering where I am.
The same cat that would lick my soft skin to wake me up.

My little siblings wonder where I went
because this time I wasn’t there to play hide and seek with them.

Maybe they think I finally found a good hiding spot.

My phone blows up with messages from friends wondering why I didn’t go to the hangout we had planned.

Maybe they’ll think I got grounded.

No matter the excuse, people would eventually know the truth about me.

When my funeral comes, they’ll look over my dead body,
the sibling, the friend, the cousin,
the family they all once knew and loved.

Tears fill their eyes
as they continue on with lives that I am no longer a part of,
questioning what they could have done.

My room is still the same as I last left it,
the clothes on the floor still piled,
the water bottle left half drank and open,
my schoolbag still lying on the floor.

And it will all stay the same.

Forever.

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u/Independent-Self8841 — 7 days ago

The loud silence of a goodbye (tw:suicide)

Should I tie the knot?
Jump from the sky just to know what it feels like to fly?

Maybe one pill would make the pain go away temporarily,
but twenty of them would be enough for a permanent stop.

Thoughts of the rush, the pain, course through my veins.
I only have these options.

No one would know.
No one would see unless I made an obvious scene.

When the moon hits my face, I’ll be here making my choices.
When the sun rises in the morning and shines into my eyes, they will have a new light in them
because mine would be gone.

The same brown eyes that I got from my mother.

As she walks in seeing me, yet I’m not there.
Those same brown eyes of hers turn glossy with tears.

She screams in pain knowing her child is no longer here.

The same sun that rose the day before now lights up the whole room,
yet the faces inside it seem dull.

My cat jumps onto my bed wondering where I am.
The same cat that would lick my soft skin to wake me up.

My little siblings wonder where I went
because this time I wasn’t there to play hide and seek with them.

Maybe they think I finally found a good hiding spot.

My phone blows up with messages from friends wondering why I didn’t go to the hangout we had planned.

Maybe they’ll think I got grounded.

No matter the excuse, people would eventually know the truth about me.

When my funeral comes, they’ll look over my dead body,
the sibling, the friend, the cousin,
the family they all once knew and loved.

Tears fill their eyes
as they continue on with lives that I am no longer a part of,
questioning what they could have done.

My room is still the same as I last left it,
the clothes on the floor still piled,
the water bottle left half drank and open,
my schoolbag still lying on the floor.

And it will all stay the same.

Forever.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/EW7R5MG7KQ
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/FXJTDJRaGw

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u/Independent-Self8841 — 7 days ago

My face feels wrong
I see someone in the reflection
Staring at that someone
Noticing their imperfections

Picking at every insecurity
Like ripping petals off a lily
The pain of wanting to feel beautiful
Rages in my body

I just want to be as beautiful as the rest.

A lily in the garden
Yet I’m the one no one picks

Why can’t I be like the rest
So perfect
So precious

As I pick at my imperfections
I see the petals fall to the ground

I’m a human, not a flower

Yet even the falling petals are beautiful
Like the sunset

I was never the flower to be picked in the garden
But that didn’t make my beauty any different

My imperfections weren’t a curse
They were what made me real

I wanted to look like every other flower in the garden
But then would I really be a beautiful flower?

Or just another copy,
losing myself to become something im not.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/hB2arxUlhw

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/IehfcHkm8X

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u/Independent-Self8841 — 20 days ago