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| the bIg taboo death wish |
| ophelia |
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| Does everybody have a death wish? A wish to crawl into the darkness and rest, never to be disturbed? This cruel unfair world. Had enough of it. Nothing is going right. There is only trouble. I'm too depressed. I've had enough. I don't see a future for myself. I don't know if I still exsist. I don't live anyways. This is not life I am living... |
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| ideal let the fields be no matter how high or deep you are you can never be them; go and die and your dreams you've had enough go and die in a silent world not in a lost bitter lemon or with someone explaining life's beauty go to it in silence- kill yourself sweetly. by mary and her bats |
| This poem is not about the sadness or despair that drives some to suicide or suicidal thoughts. This poem is about the beauty of entering another world, a quiet one, and enjoying te departure of the old world. This poem is about silence and beauty, and should not be misunderstood as a poem encouraging suicide. So there! XXX |
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| dream danube I ride on this bridge, over this river I stare, everyday when I go home from school it's so beautiful when it's clear even the rocks, green and cool, keeps pulling me in it wouldn't be as beautiful to enter and lower my head, as flying from this bridge down into the coolness may I feel the water before I die, may I float a little then sink, open my eyes to look at the fish underwater, let its calmness cool my frenzy - I'd look up to whoever watched me, then higher to the clouds, let the current carry me to wherever I must go. by mary and her bats |
| peronally, my perfect death at one point. now I don't know anymore. |
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