On Edge
i don’t understand
you all want me to tell the truth
but when i do you all yell at me
and call me a liar,
call me names so degrading
that the devil himself begins to weep for me
and take pity on me,
he leaves me to the angels
that i cannot see
i lie cradling myself
in the dark
in the silence
my tears forming a pillow to comfort my head
as i lie under my bed
covering my mouth,
closing my eyes
out of the fear of being heard
i get up and run
to the outside
for a fresh breathe of air
and sprawl out onto the edge ledge of my house
with hopes of rolling off
and falling into the flowers
but i can’t
for i’ll crush the fireflies
and burn out the stars
forcing the angels to leave me all alone
even though i’m surrounded by the things that i love
i know that they don’t love me
won’t ever love me
and that’s all that i need
is their love
which is seemingly too much to ask for
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I’m thinking they love your poetry…
“for i’ll crush the fireflies…” That really got me. To remain conscious of the world around you while your own breaks is as beautiful as it is hard to bear.
All over these same lines, for the same reason. Felt it all but this. This.
Tears forming a pillow is a great image, and big second on the “for I’ll crush the fireflies”. An absolute showstopper of a line.
This is just so powerful, 10/10!
Hi On Edge, I’m dad! I’m so proud of how gripping and powerful this poem is!
Achingly beautiful:
he leaves me to the angels
that i cannot see
for i’ll crush the fireflies
and burn out the stars