The dark side of Valentines day... My favorite
We all know that Valentines Day is to be a day filled with sweet and warm loving romance, where couples take the time to enjoy in each others presence, and treasure the moments that they share together. Yet, there is a darker side chained to Valentines Day, and that is no other than suicide. Almost 2 out of 5 people out there commit suicide because of painful betrayal by the ones they love.
Running through the cold and unwelcoming streets,
Through the darkening and mysterious alley,
She runs,
She falls,
Though she keeps continuing with her torturing long journey.
Heart pumping with petrifying pain,
Her silhouette shadow casting on the dirty ground,
Hair cascading over her pale and hurtful face
Feelings of torture,
Used to the advantage,
And broken into millions of pieces.
Behind a wall,
There she stands,
The unbearable pain she feels,
She still doesnt understand.
"Do I dare?
Why the hell should I care?
This unwanted pain I can not bare,
This wasnt how it was suppose to turn out to be,
This just isnt fair."
Crystal snowflakes fall from the burning skies,
Gracefully dancing and landing delicately in her hair,
Tilting her head against the cold, rough wall,
She takes a long breath,
Desperately concentrating for her emotions to stay in one place.
She slams her fist into the jagged pricked wall,
A prick of more pain splits into her grip,
Crimson velvet, slowly began to drip from the broken cut,
Nothing matters anymore,
For her own heart bleeds hatred and betrayal.
"How could he dare to do this?
He promised me,
Together forever,
In love we shall be."
Visions of prince charming,
Played slowly in her own mind,
The memories,
The promises,
All nothing but a sorrowful lie.
Her beautiful and fragile heart,
Cracked more open with pain by the second,
Burning with sadness,
Burning of more evil hatred,
But most of all,
The things she sacrificed all for her own love.
"Forgotten in your memory,
I no longer do belong,
I no longer do exist,
And no longer intend to stay.
I ask God for him to forgive me,
And pray every day,
Every night for your own safety,
And that you do share a great time than you ever did with me,
With the one you chose instead of me,
Your new loving lady.
I gave you my heart,
I gave you my trust,
My body,
My soul,
Remember me always,
As I gave you this,
My own last gift for our dying love."
One last silver, stinging tear escaped from her burning eyes,
Her heart dying slowly,
Burning into nothing but pure black,
In her own head,
She searched the last words to say,
Meanwhile adjusting the gun pointed to the side of her head,
Her finger resting easily on the trigger.
With one last, gasping and choking breath,
She found the heart breaking words,
Knowing that she would never forget this special day,
Valentines Day,
Thet day where she would unleash the last gift to her unfaithful love.
She closed her eyes,
And breathed deeply once more,
Smiling weakly,
She whispered the last words.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Forget me not,
For I once gave my own heart to you."
The trigger was pulled...
I do not know who wrote this beautiful poem, but it is remarkable.
Running through the cold and unwelcoming streets,
Through the darkening and mysterious alley,
She runs,
She falls,
Though she keeps continuing with her torturing long journey.
Heart pumping with petrifying pain,
Her silhouette shadow casting on the dirty ground,
Hair cascading over her pale and hurtful face
Feelings of torture,
Used to the advantage,
And broken into millions of pieces.
Behind a wall,
There she stands,
The unbearable pain she feels,
She still doesnt understand.
"Do I dare?
Why the hell should I care?
This unwanted pain I can not bare,
This wasnt how it was suppose to turn out to be,
This just isnt fair."
Crystal snowflakes fall from the burning skies,
Gracefully dancing and landing delicately in her hair,
Tilting her head against the cold, rough wall,
She takes a long breath,
Desperately concentrating for her emotions to stay in one place.
She slams her fist into the jagged pricked wall,
A prick of more pain splits into her grip,
Crimson velvet, slowly began to drip from the broken cut,
Nothing matters anymore,
For her own heart bleeds hatred and betrayal.
"How could he dare to do this?
He promised me,
Together forever,
In love we shall be."
Visions of prince charming,
Played slowly in her own mind,
The memories,
The promises,
All nothing but a sorrowful lie.
Her beautiful and fragile heart,
Cracked more open with pain by the second,
Burning with sadness,
Burning of more evil hatred,
But most of all,
The things she sacrificed all for her own love.
"Forgotten in your memory,
I no longer do belong,
I no longer do exist,
And no longer intend to stay.
I ask God for him to forgive me,
And pray every day,
Every night for your own safety,
And that you do share a great time than you ever did with me,
With the one you chose instead of me,
Your new loving lady.
I gave you my heart,
I gave you my trust,
My body,
My soul,
Remember me always,
As I gave you this,
My own last gift for our dying love."
One last silver, stinging tear escaped from her burning eyes,
Her heart dying slowly,
Burning into nothing but pure black,
In her own head,
She searched the last words to say,
Meanwhile adjusting the gun pointed to the side of her head,
Her finger resting easily on the trigger.
With one last, gasping and choking breath,
She found the heart breaking words,
Knowing that she would never forget this special day,
Valentines Day,
Thet day where she would unleash the last gift to her unfaithful love.
She closed her eyes,
And breathed deeply once more,
Smiling weakly,
She whispered the last words.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Forget me not,
For I once gave my own heart to you."
The trigger was pulled...
I do not know who wrote this beautiful poem, but it is remarkable.