Suicidal D: Options

[*Blow_Don't_SUCK*]

You sometimes wonder if he'll ever love you the way you want him to. Or even look at you the way you want to. He's just an ignorant creature you can admire from afar. Unsatisfied with the truth you question yourself. "Why can't he?" Knowing that thinking or questioning doesn't help you destroy your very image in every single way. Thinking that you can replace your looks and personality so easily. But after all those efforts he still doesn't like you. That's when hate plays the game.

Admiring him from afar soon became the very suicide of life. Dress yourself or cover yourself with a facade that never worked disappointed all expectations.

You notice that he doesn't accept you. He looks at that other girl whose face shone with something you can never have: beauty. Was beauty everything?

That knife was everything to you.

[agirlnamed_aly]

I don't like the title because it gives the false pretense of some EmoIHateMyStupidMiserableLife!ShitPoem.

Please rename it.

But at this point, this is one of the better suicide subjected works I've read in ... *counts fingers* ... Forever.

It's poignant. It's personal. It's realistic.

The whole thing is rather subtle, giving the last line enough room to be the most dramatic aspect.

Thanks for this.

xoxo Aly