Gone

By OptimisticPessimist

Gone.
Missing.
Lost. 

Rip me apart, throw me away,
So
I'm
Gone
Too. 

Tolerating this?
No... 

The loss of you isn't tolerated.
It's thrown into a chest
Labeled
"Pure Hell". 
Struggling with the neediness of others.
"Stay here...I need you."
"You can't kill yourself. Fuck no."
But I want to... 

Can't you tell I'm slowly dying anyways?
I can't stay without you.
I'm
Gone.
Missing. 
Lost.

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Copyright 2012 OptimisticPessimist
Published on Thursday, January 5, 2012.     Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Again, written yesterday, posted today.
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  • The_Broken_Fox_2112 On Thursday, January 5, 2012, The_Broken_Fox_2112 (70)By person wrote:

    At what cost do we live? But at what greater loss do we die? (I do concur with crim) Thanks for posting, this is a strong work!

  • Devilish On Thursday, January 5, 2012, Devilish (2657)By person wrote:

    I second that notion with crimson... Hell no you can't!! Scholar

  • OptimisticPessimist On Saturday, January 7, 2012, OptimisticPessimist (29)By person wrote:

    Thank you devilish for your concern..but we'll see...

  • A former member wrote: Yeah damn right you cannot kill yourself.

  • OptimisticPessimist On Saturday, January 7, 2012, OptimisticPessimist (29)By person wrote:

    Well 1, Autumn you know I've already tried, and 2, death is a part of life and so far, life's been eh.

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