Untitled a slam poetry
Before I start this, I'd like to notify
That this poem has been testified for me to clarify
That sometimes you need to kill your thoughts
in order to speak out your mind
This is for the lost.
The broken, and forgotten.
Those whose minds have filled with thoughts so rotten.
The "antagonist" who killed the "protagonist"
just to make the story interesting,
The very thought of having this much attention
Almost feels as if it's very entertaining.
Wanted to be accepted by the society,
Yet never have I ever installed anxiety.
Those who broke themselves, changed themselves, and uninstalled their old selves,
"You're out-of-date, please update the new version of yourselves."
Do you seriously think that ending your life is the solution to everything?
Drop that knife, stay alive, and please keep it in mind
That whatever you have lost isn't that hard to find.
I am half-awake, buried in the thoughts,
Of finding the right words to end this poem so fine.
For what you've heard could have been all a lie;
A lie that's not so sweet.
As the ballpen I was holding earlier had been replaced by this blade of negativity.
Please live on for me,
For I, I can't bare this sadness and demons taking over me.
Because some people who saves people needs the most saving,
And those who give a new purpose to others see no reason living.
