|I Crave to Die
i see myself in the distant mirror:
red-faced and brow upturned
weeping, jerking gasps, thin with starvation.
i crave only to die, and not to live.
inside of my mind is dark and echoing.
there is nobody in here but me
i have tried praying for company,
i have tried falling into insanity to believe in mystical things,
i have hated myself since i first could know
that i was a person.
sometimes i love myself but only success permitting.
i do not crave to eat, i do not crave to love
or to touch any other. i wish to throw myself away,
to return to heaven to be with my master.
12 Aug 08
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Well, I don't want to push you over the edge, and there are some nice things here, but that 'upturned brow' image is distracting. I can picture an upturned chin or nose, even upturned eyes, but upturned brow -- no.
I like your use of gerunds.
And the phrase 'success permitting.'
Please see a doctor. And keep writing.
believing in mystical is equated to insanity?
i'm having a hard time balancing this with the concept of 'heaven' and your 'master'
i'm not over-enamoured with some of the formats you used, but i somewhat sympathise with the sentiments.
i love myself but i also crave to die.
i like your honesty. i liked this poem. i would have written it differently especially the last line but i did enjoy what you were trying to say. i only wish you didnt hate yourself, there are enough people out there that can do that, try loving yourself instead, death takes on a different angle.
very sad, painful, maybe out of lack of trust and profound sadness