The Poem (Ljóðið)

by mordecaimapper


Depression

I never saw this coming...
Tank is dead and I'm here doing nothing...
Thinking how I could help to rescue him
Darkness gets his soul and I...
I cry all the time, I try to go back...
But it's impossible
Tank died as my brain,
No more Wonderbolts or Rock N Roll for me...
I'm in a way that the certain suicide is the best chance...

To Celestia I pray...
For getting the soul of Tank away from Hell
The Devil will took us all at the end...
Unless I end my life now...
I will cut my rainbow tail...
Cut my hooves and ears...
And watch the blood in the bathroom
As I die with suffering with pain
I think I need a friend...

Even though, I'm dead inside
My veins are getting black
And the radio is playing DSBM
I think more in suicide
It would take my pain
And find Tank in heaven
But it is an waste of time I think
Watching myself dying
Just because I can't take the pain

The depression is getting more agressive
My brain has a World War in
I think I'm having deadly times now
In the bathroom, I'm now
Watching what I'm going to do...
Korn is reading all my pain
Passed 3 days since...
Since my friend died...
I didn't went out of home...

My friends are getting afraid
They think that I will be dead
And they will cry for me...
But they didn't cried for Tank...
And I scream with they
I'm a f*****g monster...
I need really to cut myself
And watch the blood hit the ground
DSBM is controling me...

Oh Celestia, how I wanted a bomb in my face...
I really need somepony to wash of my tears
The radio is playing the dark music
I really need somepony to love
Tank's death leave me an empty place in my mind
That no one understands or thinks
I need to watch my brain and vital organs
Go out of my body in a bloody ritual
As I cut my flank and wings...

The music is still dark and depressing
DSBM and Korn are still taught me some things...
I feel that I start to like this pain that I hated
No one and nothing sees me during this five long weeks
I feel such a b***h just for looking at the window
I neee to close myself from this world
Some rituals I do to Tank's soul
Giving my veins blood to him
Now I think that I really need to kill myself

It is 3AM, I can't sleep
I'm lonely and with cold
But I'm fine with that
Because someday
Someday, I will kill myself