The Suicide Victim: Story of my Parting

Bland, the world is hovering in between
A sense of limbo and some lethargy
And as I breathe it hurts to think
Of all the friends I’ve left behind
A love that never came to age
And all the things I could’ve done
Shards of glass prickling in my mind
Poking my convictions and beliefs
Bleeding all my life from memory
Until the blood, up to my knees
Crawls back into the cuts along my wrists
Toiling through my wretched corpse
Mixing in my flesh until I’m ruled
By pain and grief
An aching feeling I cannot escape
Unless I choose to cut myself again
Hoping that some random flowerbed
Between my feet
So cold and callous from the days
Would mix into this dark-red pond
Some sense of love, belonging and direction
And as I bleed my wrongs away
So soggy from the melting of my mind
I choose to drown in my own blood
And leave this world behind

Character: 66/100

In Search of Purpose – Suicide of the Business Tycoon

What thing can fill this bottomless hole?
That deepens with my increased understanding
Of life, and how we’re taught to think
That meaning lies in trivial things
A job, a car, a house and lots of cash
A future full of promise and reward
They do not seem to fill the void
The more I think the more I feel alone

You ask,
How does it feel to be alone?
A monster ploughing through your bones
A hungry hippo feasting on your flesh
But for some reason you don’t feel
A single ache, instead the pain
Is in your mind, as you are forced
To watch the feast repeat itself
Every day

And as cliché as it may seem,
Only a force that’s all engulfing
And gives you purpose can fill the gap
And that is love, or so I’ve come to know
Could you imagine what it means to live?
A life without the notion of attachment

I stride along the shore collecting shells
To make the largest necklace that can be
An empire of fortune, a conglomerate
Connecting pretty things together, as I try
To connect myself to something in this world

And after all this time I realize
A necklace is more appealing when it’s put on
And so I roam the world like a freak
With an oversize necklace that can only fit
A hippo’s neck, not to say the least
I do not fancy dressing up that beast

The more I become proficient in the craft
The more I lose the human touch of things
And so I’ve turned into the very string
That holds the necklace right in place
Connected to a million winning shells
But worthless on my own accord

I’ve come to learn that love does not exist
Inside the minds of those
Who solely dwell for future gain
And so today I’ve made the choice
To slit my wrists and end my silent pain

And while I’m galloping to meet my fate
The string across the hippo’s neck
Cuts through my hands and I am thrown
Towards the ground
The beast has got her way

And as my blood drips gracefully
Across the floor
I rejoice, that it will stain
At least I’ve managed to leave a mark
Before I go away