Seven Deadly Sins by NeverAshamed

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about people who feel the same way I do about suicide, cutting, etc.

Submitted: July 11, 2011

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I need someone to talk to; I think I’m going insane. I think I’ll pray to god, so hallowed be thy name.

Yet all of us know that apathy is a death wish, with fear we walk through this life unconscious.

Suicide tendencies are scattered in my mind. I think if this is life, I’ll say my last good bye.

Abandoned, hurt, and lied to; we are all but used, sentenced to life in hell because we’ve been accused.

Lighters out of fluid and blackened ash trays found, swaying in the sea of pain in which we will drown.

Don’t tell me you love me, I know its bullshit. Well I’ve got one for you, I’ll tell you I’ll quit.

The moment I quit all the drugs and the lies will be your last second before I choose to die.

I don’t know why this is; I’ve always been misplaced because I’d rather be dead than be lied to my face.

I’ll point a gun to my head with your knife in my back; pull the trigger fast before my thought attack.

If you think too long and the thoughts disappear you never will know all the things that you fear.

Fear is a warning of seven deadly sins so waste away your life with the pills and the gin.

Envy shows loss of what you had in mind, and pride is the dignity of all mankind.

Lust is a feeling that all of us know, anger is dangerous, and sloth is just slow.

Gluttony is gouging on whatever we can, to ward off the greed that haunts every man.

I hope you realize that your hate lies in scars, wolves in sheep’s clothing will only lead you so far.

So run far away just to leave this all behind but after a while you will be running blind.

We can’t all hang ourselves from gold chandeliers. If we are lost in this world we will drink to our fears.

You expect us to live in this damned nation, but how can you live without communication.

Every word we didn’t say creates our regrets so let’s say them out now before we forget.

I’m tired of living in this deadly hell hole, I don’t know what this is but I know it’s no home.

I know this is the house that doubt proudly built, but that’s no reason to drown me in guilt.

You never will like me so maybe it’s my time. Good bye to you all, this is my suicide.


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