Short Stories: Why Exist? Part 4
#4 of Short Stories: Suicidal Actions
The fourth part of the short sotry collection where suicide is the theme. I wanted to write something in first person but not as a regular story. Instead I wrote this poem quite quickly thus it might not be good but I tried at least. Note: Moocat2289 suggested that one of the suicide stories should be in first person and here it is!
Happiness, a thing I lacked thoroughly
Sadness, a thing I felt deeply
Wondering in a wanderer's path
Wondering about my own wrath
As I flew in the air of heavy thoughts
I saw many grieves as huge spots
As I viewed myself from the reflection
I saw anything else but perfection
Through sadness something was there
A deep misbelief for me was everywhere
Through despair something was born
Disrespect for myself, a hatred's scorn
Hatred and sadness walked with me
As I wanted to do a misplaced plea
For me lied gladness many miles away
But I couldn't do anything but to stay
Wondering yet again once more
I had a deep wish for doing a roar
Yelled for help in many ages
What I wanted to do are wages
But nothing changed, not ever
Why should I care, whatever
No one cared for me whatsoever
But there was one option however
It would be so easy yet so embarrassing
To do it would change everything
It would be best for me only
Since I ever was so lonely
But being able to resist I couldn't
If this wasn't my life I wouldn't
But I had already done that
The only thing I was good at
As I flew through the air of release
I finally could do what I please
This was way better than there
Where nothing was ever so fair
The bell of freedom I rang
In happiness and sadness I sang
Farewell to nobody I said
Because I was already dead