Comments : Suicide Letters Turned Breakable Excuses.

  • 9 months ago

    by Jamie

    I must admit this is the first time I've read any of your poems (i think), and must say your attention to detail and vocabulary is wonderful. The imagery is amazing and the reader feels like they are the person you convey.

    I love how in this poem you take a simple but difficult topic to write and basically write freely, and unfiltered. You don't pull back with anything and you write it within a beautiful metaphor.

    The title is unique, and the poem seems yo be clear in its message.

    I believe the poem is about the struggle with living with depression and wanting to die, but staying strong and trying to live the best you can. The whole poem talks about wanting to be loved by your family but struggling to do so.

    "Try not to walk in the road the time the next car
    comes, its wheels singing hymns of the dead whose
    eyes like mine, stare up at a bloodshot sky"

    ^ This is my favorite line in the whole poem. And is a master class of poetry writing imo.

    With people who are self harmers they always try to hide what they have done from the people they love, because they don't want to feel judged at all, so i love the ending here as well, because it is a simple couplet but wraps the poem up well.

    Overall your writing skills are top notch. Excellent write that i connect to so well.

    • 9 months ago

      by Rosy Cheeks And Irony

      Thank you! I love hearing the quotes people like the most and really relate too. As to your analysis ( loved every second of reading your comment) you have got it basically correct. I am really really thankful for your comment and want to thank you for such kind words. As for you connecting to this so well, all i can say is i am sorry if this has made you think of a difficult time in your life. I hope you are happy! Because you deserve to be xx

  • 9 months ago

    by Nee

    My goodness, what a piece of writing. I held my breath while reading it through to the end. This is such wonderful poetry that I enjoyed so much, despite the darkness there.

    "Forget. Forgetting. I want to be forgotten.
    I move forward towards a light, a coffin sized
    escape so reachable it burns in the places
    iced over from smouldering doubt.
    Please. Stay.
    Dragged back, kicking, screaming.
    No! Please. I don’t want to…"

    ^These lines are breathtaking! My god, how did you come up with something so beautifully sad? You are so talented!

    I truly enjoyed reading this piece. I put it in my favourites to be able to read it again and again. Thank you for writing it!