Depressed 1
Depressed 1
Sep 28, 2022

On The Rocks

On The Rocks

She sat on the rocks and thought about her life
She wondered if she should use a gun or a knife?
One is quick, but it was bloody as it could be
The other is slower but was just as messy

She looked back on her life and how rocky it was
How no one could hurt her like the one she loves
No one else would love her, so she stayed
Though she knew that she was being played

She looked down from the rocks she sat upon
Through the mist, she saw what had to be done
She had no more doubts; there were no more if
She stood up thought, and she jumped off of the cliff

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Stop The Abuse

Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Southwest United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe

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Geezer

an unfortunate part of life, that some do just that! Being so anxious and afraid of life, that they choose the unknown of death! I wonder if the thought of re-incarnation occurs to them. Do they ever think of what happens if they are re-incarnated? That they will have to come back again and again, until they get it right? In a world where people are enamored of the idea that everything turns out right at the end of the movie; I see that you have seen such ends and know that it doesn't always turn out the way we want it to. Nice job, ~ Geezer.
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