Tired and Weary

Posted: August 17, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry

 

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there are worse places to be

and i’ve taken my fair tour

from the blade’s edge where blood flows free

to the dizzying cliff, awaiting the final fall

 

there are bitter kinds of pain

and i’ve had my own fair share

from bitter lies that fall like rain

to the slashed wrists where flesh is so bare

 

there is sweet hapiness to be had

for it, oh how i crave so bad!

dreaming of fairytales and spectral rainbows

but alas, reality keeps dealing me all the  bitter blows

 

©david

If i jump, would i survive?

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