by Robdar 10 Replies latest social entertainment
One day my flowers died,
Wilted from not enough rain.
The petals fell to the ground.
The breeze blew them away.
Damn the hate of winter.
All of this love lying bare.
Cold winds dance in my garden,
How will my roses fare?
They should return in spring
But they wont and I know why.
This life is not worth living.
Fuck it. I think I'll die.
Edited by - robdar on 26 January 2003 21:2:21
Okay,
I have gotten a couple of emails from friends wondering if I am suicidal because of this poem. Nope, I am not. It is only a poem. I am not sure where it came from but there you have it. Thank you all for being concerned. I love you guys.
Hugs,
Robyn
Rob,
"Fuck it, I think I'll die" is "just a poem to you"?
Im sure people who care about you would be very concerned.
Its not often something like that comes out of nowhere as those words arent usually taken lightly, especially to those who have felt that way, or are currently feeling that way about their life.
So many have trouble with depression and have thoughts of death and suicide, its a very serious subject .
I sincerly hope you arent having these feelings, but if you are, I hope you have someone close you can talk to. Maybe your husband could lend a shoulder, sometimes they are more understanding than we give them credit for.
(((((((Heaven))))))))
Yes, "fuck it, I think I'll die" means no more to me than "mosquito, my libido" which as you probably know are lyrics by Kurt Cobain/Nirvana.
As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, what I wrote is probably coming from listening to my Nirvana CD yesterday and thinking about Kurt Cobain and his suicide.
Really, I am not kidding when I say it is only a poem. And the meaning of the poem is meant to be metaphorical, even if it was inspired by Cobain.
You are a very sweet lady, Heaven. Thank you for being concerned about me.
Hugs,
Robyn
Edited by - robdar on 27 January 2003 10:35:33
Edited by - robdar on 27 January 2003 10:47:4
Robyn,
Im glad that you arent really serious about your post.
I guess reading your poem and comming upon the ending was just a little shocking to me. I think I take things like that pretty seriously, since at one point in my life, I have wanted to end it all. I have also known many, including my own mother, who didnt want to continue living, at one point or another.
I would never consider suicide at this point in my life, but I know how easy it is for someone to fall into that mindset, if pushed hard enough.
robyn, I like it. I have been there..I have felt those words before. the mixture of calm depression and the shock of killing oneself...I like it. I have not been in that place in a long long time but I definitely remember being there. It's amazing what comes out of our minds when we just let go and let fly what the raw feeling and emotion we happen to be experiencing is saying to us. Cathartic tho isnt it?
at one point in my life, I have wanted to end it all. I have also known many, including my own mother, who didnt want to continue living, at one point or another
Heaven,
I know the feeling. I have been there too. But not last night. I am glad to hear that you have made it past that point in your life. Thank you for your concern and thank you for posting.
I have not been in that place in a long long time but I definitely remember being there
Zanex
There are times that I have found survival to be very difficult. Had it not been for my son, I don't know that I would have pulled back in enough time. I am glad that you have made it through the dark times too. I am also glad that you like my poem. Thanks for posting.
Love,
Robyn
Robyn:
Shocking, thought provoking as any good read of literature or poem is!!!!! Love they images you bring to mind glad that you don't actually feel that way. To those that have been there I too have and I've got the t-shirt hell the whole ensemble
Sheila,
Thank you for posting. I am happy that you made it through the hard times and got a T-shirt, no less.
I am also glad that you enjoyed my poem.
Love ya,
Robyn
You're good at this, Robdar...fantastic job.
