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Suicide
by Jayme L HelmickWhy should I care
if you want to go
You push me away
to draw me in
Why do I love you
when you can't seem to care
Why do I try?
You are a
b
r
i
c
k
w
a
l
l
Death touches my skin
with scratches of peace
Death touches my heart
like a watery ice painting
I would die for you
while you die to me
Locking me away
in a prison of deafeat
I long to touch you
kiss you
love you
But you take you away
And I'm left with nothing
My heart is cold and
SIX
FEET
DEEP
and I will never love again.
06/29/2004 Posted on 06/30/2004
Copyright © 2026 Jayme L Helmick
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabrielle L Gervais on 07/02/04 at 01:56 AM alot of feeling in this, i like the changes in text and the repetitive questioning. thanks |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 07/02/04 at 04:55 PM "Death touches my skin
with scratches of peace
Death touches my heart
like a watery ice painting"
I like that a lot. A good portrait of pain mixing with torture and numbness and peace.
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