Hey guys! Garrett here. Sorry for not posting anything awhile, school’s terrible and awesome at the same time. So, to make up for it, I will write two poems. Free verse, I think. Anyhow, just a fair warning, even though the poems are quite dark, let me assure you I am perfectly fine with good friends around me. I just like angsty fics or poems.
Down, down, below
As I feel these horrible things
Swimming around my mind
Is it just me,
Or am I falling from grace?
I have fallen into something worthless.
People try to save me
But they can only do so much
As they try to reach for my hand
As I fall from my heaven into my hell.
The place where I deserve to be.
Tortured, for all eternity.
Much better than getting the love you didn’t deserve
Still, I think they will miss me, though
But then again, they can always move on.
Move on, have fun, and forget about me.
Isn’t that great?
As I come to meet my destiny, I hear voices.
Congratulating me, on the best decision I have ever made.
But amidst the victorious voices, I hear a small one
Mourning about how my family will ever react.
Now I’m doubting.
Was this really necessary?
Or was I too blind to see another solution?
It’s too late, anyway. I’ve hit the ground.
Intense pain circulates as I feel my bones crack.
Too much. Too much.
As I lose consciousness, I only hope he understands.
I was too late.
He wouldn’t listen to me.
That’s him, I guess. Reductive of his own worth.
How is his perception so distorted that he fails to see the good in him?
Right now, I can hear him telling me it’s fine. Like he always did.
How can he not see that this was not fine?
Is it because to say that you were fine and hide behind a mask
Is much easier than admitting you were not and showing your vulnerabilities?
How couldn’t he see that even if we’ll move on with our lives, he’ll always stay in our hearts, never to be forgotten?
Was it because I was too harsh on him? I’ll never know.
Now what do I do?
I’m not used to living a life without him forever.
I’m not even sure this life is worth living anymore.
I want to prove that I’m no better than he.
Even if he thinks I am.
Oh, the ambulance is here.
Will he survive?
‘Cause I ain’t pulling him off the plug.
He’s way too important for me to die.
I guess I’d better call his parents now.