and the bleak goes on...

[kendy]

the most depressing poem I'll ever write


AWAY THEY GO
INTO THE WIND
THE LAST REMAINS
FAREWELL MY FRIEND

YOUR TIME WAS SHORT
I DON'T KNOW WHY
WE LIVE OUR LIVES
AND THEN WE DIE

TOO MANY DRUGS
OR DRUNKEN DRIVES
AND MORE THAN NOT
THERES SUICIDES

WE SAY GOODBYE
ITS TIME TO GO
YET I REMAIN
BUT MORE ALONE

OUR GROUP THINS OUT
WE WASTE AWAY
NO LONGER CARE
TO CEASE THE DAY

AND AFTER SOME
I LOOSE MY HOPE
WHEN PICTURING
THE SWINGING ROPE

DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHY TAKE YOUR LIFE?
LEAVING BEHIND
A CHILD AND WIFE

YOUR TORTURED SOUL
IS PUT TO REST
YET WE GO ON
OR TRY OUR BEST

THEN MORE WILL FALL
ENDLESS BLACK HOLE
ANOTHER MARK
ON THE DEATH TOLL

ENDLESS CYCLE
NO ACCIDENTS
NO LONGER CARE
NO ONE REPENTS

THE CHOICES MADE
WILL BLEED US DRY
AND ONE BY ONE
MORE FRIENDS WILL DIE

WHEN WILL IT STOP?
NO ONE CAN KNOW
DEAD FISH GARDENS
ARE ALL I GROW

AFRAID TO MAKE
ANYMORE FRIENDS
WONT HAVE TO CRY
AT THEIR LIFE'S END

I'M SICK OF ALL
THIS SUFFERING
WHERES THE SLATE?
I WANT MINE CLEAN

AS THE NUMBERS
START TO SOAR
LIFE NO LONGER
SEEMS LIKE A BORE

FUNERAL CLOTHES
ALWAYS READY
AS SUICIDES
BECOME STEADY

I CLOSE MY EYES
AND THEN YOU'RE GONE
THERE WAS NO CHANCE
TO SAY SO LONG

SO FUCK YOU ALL
WHO END YOUR LIFE
LIFE'S REALLY SHORT
SO DEAL WITH STRIFE

I'LL STAND UP STRONG
I WILL ENDURE
CAUSE POINTLESS DEATH
IS NOT MY CURE

I wrote this tonight after I attempted to count how many friends have killed themselves in the past couple of years. Too many. Too fuckin many.