I wrote in my poem Creases that I keep some of my old poems in a drawer next to my bed. Here is one of them, written (I believe) around twelve years ago. It has only been lightly edited for posting, including giving it a new title. It was written very much as a song, so I have left the chorus in italics.
Update June 2018: I have finally written music for it. You can see/listen here if you are interested. I would advise viewing it on a powerful device and listening on headphones for best quality.
Final Goodbye
(originally titled You Know How To Kill Me Slowly)
The thought of it makes me sick
Bitter taste on my tongue
My chest is tight, the air is thick
Heavy and crushing my lungs
Anger, hate, what love remains
Building up deep within
This sickness is one of pain
A sickness of suffering
All I’ve done, all I’ve tried
It has got me nowhere
All I’ve felt, all I’ve cried
You just don’t fucking care
Were we ever really friends
Or was it all a lie
Did it just come to an end
Is this our last goodbye
Were you playing stupid games
Were you having a joke
Is your humour just that lame
Was your love all a hoax
All I’ve done, all I’ve tried
It has got me nowhere
All I’ve felt, all I’ve cried
You just don’t fucking care
To know that I don’t have you
That would help my mind heal
But to not know that I have you
My heart could never feel
I need to be sure of this
What I have, what I have not
So please grant me just one wish
Tell me is this it, or not
If it’s over, end it now
I give you one last shot
All I’ve done, all I’ve tried
It has got me nowhere
All I’ve felt, all I’ve cried
You just don’t fucking care
I hope you can see why
I look you in the eye
Listen to me as I
Scream our final goodbye
Now I’m gone, you took too long
You got left way behind
Only you know what went wrong
But you wasted too much time
With each time you plagued my thoughts
And every time you lied
And each time you played my heart
Inside my chest, I died
You were my suicide
All I’ve done, all I’ve tried
It has got me nowhere
All I’ve felt, all I’ve cried
You just don’t fucking care
All you and I have been through
The smiles and the tears were fake
Things we shared were all untrue
We both made a mistake
None of this is positive
It fills me with regret
What was done I can’t forgive
All this I must forget
All I’ve done, all I’ve tried
It has got me nowhere
All I’ve felt, all I’ve cried
You just don’t fucking care
I hope you can see why
I look you in the eye
Listen to me as I
Scream our final goodbye
Watch me fall down and cry
“I love you, and goodbye”
Quite impressive for a 12 year old but sad you know pain that early
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Thanks. I’d have been 16 at the time though, and I’m not sure the pain I thought I felt back then was real. Just the typical teenage way of exaggerating thoughts and emotions.
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But that teenage angst and pain has crafted a beautiful song. For a sixteen year old, this is FANTASTIC!
Wonderfully enunciated feelings.
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Thank you. I often wonder if I should have pursued writing more in school, but perhaps putting too much importance on its success would have discouraged me.
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I had also wondered so. I too started writing while in school and it petered out after college. Now I am into the thick of it after more than 25 years.
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I wrote on-off until sometime during university. Then started up again a couple of years ago. And much of my content is influenced by what happened in that period of not writing, so I’d say it worked out best in terms of my creativity.
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I agree with you. The hiatus I took from writing helped me to look at things that happened in the past dispassionately and yet write about the same with passion.
Am I making any sense?🤔😂
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Vaguely 👍
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Distance lends perspective yet you still feel as strongly about it as you did then. (I hope I am clearer now).😐
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I think you were clear the first time. I’m just tired 😴😴
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Ohhh! Then get some sleep young man.
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“And each time you played my heart
Inside my chest, I died
You were my suicide”
I LOVE this part. Your poem is so melodic, like beautiful lyrics of a very sad song.
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Thank you. 🙂
I think it was written as a song originally, given the structure of it. Maybe writing the music for it will be my next project…
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This is wonderful writing. Please keep doing it. You express yourself sovwell.
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Thank you very much 🙂
I will continue to write for as long as the words come to me.
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It is worth doing, if you can. Smile. I write the word Smile because I am blind and cannot see to post smillies!
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It has a greater impact that way, I think. For me to read the word Smile is nicer than just seeing the over-used yellow face that plagues the online world.
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