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Sorry

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , on December 19, 2013 by Myra's Circle

I’m sorry I didn’t think to be,
All that you ever wanted from me,
I’m sorry for ruining you,
More than I could have a clue.

I’m sorry for making you cry,
And sorry if you wanna know why,
I’ve lost too much, been stretched too far,
It can’t be erased by a single scar.

I’m sorry for causing so much pain,
I’m sorry I went so utterly insane,
I’m sorry, okay, that’s all I can say,
But it won’t keep the demons away.

You told me to fight, you told me to kill,
Those demons inside with all my will,
So I took the gun, and took the pill,
And sent those demons over the hill.

I’m dying, slowly, when will it end?
On the rope and the fan, or the railway bend?
I’m sorry I had to be here,
I wasn’t meant to be, that’s clear.

So here’s my ending, my demise,
Gone before the sun will rise,
You’ll wake up, and then you’ll cry,
And then you may greatly wonder why.

The end is soon, the end is near,
I’m sorry that it’s already here,
So hear me out, hear my voice,
I’m sorry I didn’t have a choice.

The Pedestal Girl’s Cry

Posted in Poems, Sad Poems with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 4, 2013 by Myra's Circle

Up on a pedestal
Above all she stands
A wall she built
With her own two hands
Keeps others out
And the sadness in
But she can’t destroy
Or let the wall win.
The pedestal looms high
And on top of it she waits
On dead hopes higher than the sky.
Her tears drop into the clouds
Which reach out to grab
Her empty, rotting shrouds.
She won’t let them hurt her again
Her pedestal will no longer
Be weak enough to bend.
On top of a pedestal,
Higher than the sky
She stands
And then
She
Jumps
With tears
In her eyes,
As she whispers so quietly,
“I’m sorry.”

Child of Evil

Posted in Sad Stories, Stories with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 5, 2012 by Myra's Circle

Smiles exploded on my face as I watched the little girl laugh for the first time ever.  As a baby she never laughed, which worried me.  She was my daughter, after all.  Sudden waves of happiness flowed over me, as I held her tight, her smile contagious.  At first I was surprised to see her smile, then amazed, then, I laughed too.  It was only later that I realised, that the smile wasn’t necessarily a happy one.  The laugh sounded sinister.  When I realised, I felt my face, and my fingers were covered in tears.  All I can say now, is, I’m sorry.