The Eccentric poet

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Every time I have tried,
I get missed calls begging me why.
Tried to make my body bleed
"We are so glad you didn't succeed"
Well, where were you at the start
When I was tending my broken heart?

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Rough draft of a poem about yet another failed suicide attempt

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Lichfield UK, GBR

Favorite Poets: Oscar Wilde , Shakespeare , William Blake, Wilfred Owen, W. H Auden , Lewis Carroll , Philip Larkin

Comments

Geezer

3 years ago

Do you...

let people see your broken heart? How is anyone to know, if you don't tell them? Sometimes it helps to let people know what's going on. I like your poem, just not the subject. You did a good job of showing the heartbreak of feeling alone. There is always someone out there to talk to. Don't be alone. ~ Geezer.
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The Eccentric poet

3 years ago

Poem

I have written another poem with that exact thought in mind, why don't I tell anyone? The last part of it is dedicated to your comment and my husband's frustration xx

Candlewitch

3 years ago

hello poet,

I think you need to flesh out this poem, expand it and give more information to the reader. I think you have the basis for a much better poem!

* warm smiles, :) Cat

Rosewood Apothecary

3 years ago

Agree with Geezer

There is a pretty supportive and vibrant community here. My inbox is open if you need to drop a message when your feeling alone. I check in often and there’s nothing wrong with asking for help or talking. I’m glad you’re writing about it. That’s a healthy place to go with that energy.

Keep it up
Tim

Geezer

3 years ago

Thank you...

for jumping in with the offer for dropping a message to your inbox. I am also here a lot; at least half-dozen times a times a day.~ Geez.
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The Eccentric poet

3 years ago

Unfortunately I'm beyond help

I have an MHT, crisis, I've got people to nod and sympathise but I've struggled for 35 years with promises that life will get better and it hasn't, wait until we have a meeting, wait until this wait until they come off holiday no one can help and then when I do overdose they ask me why, well maybe if they had listened to me before the overdose they would have their answer but the calls are all diverted and they are only around when I want to make my way out

Candlewitch

3 years ago

dear poet,

no! you are not beyond help! if you need someone who won't laugh or tell others what you said, please p.m. me. I will listen without judgement. I can just listen or give advice your choice! give me a try, Please?

*hugs, Cat

The Eccentric poet

3 years ago

I'm fine

I'm fine thankyou