My Fathers suicide
526 Words
You Look Just Like Him
That’s what they tell me
Splitting Image
reflection of a ghost
The ghost of an
Untamed creature
Nocturnal animal
That’s what they tell me
Without telling me a thing
“You look just like him
I know
Wish I knew less
Less of the grease stains
Spilled booze
Cigarette burns
Outgoing, humorous
I am a reflection
Of all that mess.
They say he was handsome
I suppose he was,
Like an exotic jungle cat
Until it gets out of the cage.
“You look just like him
The Razor Fanged Siren
The Ravenous Sphinx
The Rabid -Wolf
They look at me
And see him where I stand
A lingering shadow
A repeat of kindness and disaster
An Echo that drowns out my voice
“You look just like him”
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I Am The
I am the worried white rabbit
The mad hatter too
I’m filled with crazy
And I have enough for two
You may not want to hear this
you may not want to be shown
But every day is torture
I can’t go through it alone
You may not understand
Or you may not even care
But every day is agony
And its always there
“It won’t last long” you say
“Just wait, it’ll go away”
I’ve been waiting months
And all it’s done is become much worse
Because I am the mad hatter
And I’m that worried white hare
I’m filled with crazy
And I do not find it fair
So you be wise old Absalom
“You’re not quite yourself” you persist
How can I keep my self-hood
When my self does not exist
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Think Back
Those scars that we bear on our arms
Those things that we hide from our family and friends
The things that haunt us everyday
rough and tough only lasts so long
But the most important
Is the reason behind it
The reason why it started
The reason why they did it
Yet no one really wonders why
They all ask about the scar
How’s it going
how’s it doing
While they forget what it symbolizes
The power the scars have
What they can cause
what they will lead to
And after it heals, what happens?
People forget
And will continue what they started
And the cycle will start once again
Until the victim runs out of room on their body to scar
That is when the thing they decide to scar
Is their life
And only
When they are far long gone
Do people realize their wrongs
Their actions
Their words
Their behavior
And what they did to this person
They remember the times he had told them to stop
They remember how he started to become more quiet
Less happy, less energetic
They finally realized
What they did to this person
they should have never done it in the first place
Yet it is too late to go back
Back to when he was here
- Writer
