DEPARTURE

Sometimes it's hard to be yourself sometimes. I know in the last blog, I said to be yourself, but there is always room to read further. Now, maybe this could just be me, but it's hard to just be yourself sometimes. The reason is...because of the judgment that others will give. Horrible place. If people had a choice, no one would live in this world. We would all pick the world that has a big smile tatted on the clouds when looking from space. Maybe that's why the world looks blue from space. Maybe that's why water takes up most of this world...because we are sad more than we are happy. Do you feel my heart right now?

Well, this is a poem to describe what every mind contains, including mine. But it just so happens that mine was put into words.

“Departure”


I don’t care no more
I’m tired and ready to die,
The end is near
And life’s a lie.
One fourth of my years
And nothing good ever came,
My life story’s a wreck
And so far, nothing has changed.
It’s still the same,
Even the color of autumn leaves
They still fall to grey grounds
From the sadness of trees.
That’s what my mind contains
Only memories of pain,
To clearly see what is lost
And never nothing that’s gained.
So I’m holding my bags
With no name on the tags
The train comes in slow,
Every dream is a drag.
Nothing ever goes right
When everything goes wrong,
Wishes are only hopes
Of how life should belong.
A heart a size too small
With thoughts that go on forever,
Suicide is a quick ride
And will make you feel better.
I’m not too far from it
To take a lever and gun it
That’s what a friend once did
And yes, he died from it.
Here comes the train
The last passenger as usual,
No hopes for what comes,
My rule of both thumbs.
If you have something you love
You might not kill yourself,
But I’m sure it will be a thought
If you lose something you love.
Why am I using that word
The word of the afterlife
Is it the place that I head
Before the end of the night.
I stop my thoughts
As I get on the train,
And I’m watched by eyes
Knowing I hate to be watched.
The last seat on the left
Yeah, nothing goes right
Especially when discussing
Any part of my life.
Many people outside the window
Waving to friends and family
And that’s when I cry,
It seems they all abandoned me.
If no one knows me
Does it mean that I’m dead?
But when I die, I become famous
It seems as if everyone does.
My mind is so jumbled
The train begins to move,
If I die on this train
What will the world lose?
If I keep up these thoughts
It will lose these passengers
And their loved ones will cry
All the days that I did.
That’s why my heart is so small
It’s at a loss of water
No mother, no father
Is when my days got harder.
But I feel if I kill
It will bring shame to my name
So if no one knows me
Then there’s no one to blame.
So I reach in my case
With sadness for taste
Then I move from my seat
To relocate.
At the front of the train
My eyes now on them,
I pull out my gun
And shoot out all the lights.
The train now dim
As many scream in fear
Now they feel what I feel
Because I’m scared of myself.
One shot left
And I’m thinking of death,
So I shoot that last shot
And maybe I’ll die famous.


*im not gonna commit suicide, so i dont wanna see no kind of police at my house in the morning*

peace, love, happiness

if you can grab all three of these words without the commas, then you have reached true happiness.

Amoureaux*