{"sf1_id":254594,"sf2_id":"n6JRraRn","title":"NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE","author":"Silverpaw3","words":784,"posted_at":"2011-05-31T04:24:00.000Z","tags":["Clean","Death","Love","No-Yiff","Poem","Suicide"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/254594-no-more-no-more-no-more","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/n6JRraRn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=254594\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;The following is a work of fiction, any similarities to people or events are accident and non-intentional. If the following offends you in any way please tell me so I know who to tell directly not to read what lines or what works of literature that I may submit. To those that take the time to read this entire rant, I apologize if it offends you in any way as that was not my intent at the time of writing the offending piece of writing. Also random :) hope you enjoy it!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo more, no more, no more, I beg for this torture to end\n\nMy final notes I have penned.\n\nThose who held me close I have betrayed\n\nOur ties have been stretched and frayed.\n\nYou could not stand to have me near\n\nOnce you discovered that I was queer.\n\nYour words cut me deep, your stare a knife in my heart\n\nFrom the anger and hurt I began to fall apart.\n\nI see no reason left to live\n\nFor I have nothing left to give.\n\nI am empty deep inside\n\nAnd wish my heart's desire I could hide.\n\nWith the knife cutting deep\n\nThis feeling I wish I could keep.\n\nFrom the wounds my blood does flow\n\nWhilst others gather round for the show.\n\nI beg and plead\n\nLet me find the peace I so desperately need.\n\nA pounding head\n\nA hospital bed.\n\nMy life I failed to take\n\nAll I can do is sit and shake.\n\nMy hands to the rails are chained\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd my nerves shall remain strained.\n\nThe room too bright\n\nMy body a pitiful sight.\n\nSlowly the doctor enters\n\nAnd around him my hazy mind centers.\n\nSo bright and full of cheer\n\nHe asks me what I hold dear.\n\nI reply nothing to thus\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd so he begins to fuss.\n\nHe says I have friends and family who love me for who I am\n\nI laugh at him till he leaves and closes the door with a slam.\n\nDay after day he tries to get me to speak\n\nAnd day after day I act timid and meek.\n\nHe repeats that there is still hope\n\nWhile I ask for a tie made of rope.\n\nOf our talks I soon weary\n\nFor he finds nothing dark and dreary.\n\nAt last his words find their mark\n\nWhen he asks what happened at the park.\n\nDeep in shame I hide my head\n\nUntil he sits upon my bed.\n\nHe says he's already heard and there's someone he wants me to meet\n\nHe says this person is quite the treat.\n\nThrough my tears I agree\n\nThis strange new person I shall see.\n\nThe next morning he introduces us\n\nAnd upon seeing my body the boy began to cuss.\n\nScars and cuts cover my body\n\nAnd his stares make me feel shoddy.\n\nFearing the worst I begin to imagine a ride in\u0026nbsp;a hearse\n\nWhen suddenly he begins to recite a verse.\n\nThe words I know by heart\n\nThe poem is mine I realize with a start.\n\nI had posted it on a site\n\nFor a fox who promised not to bite.\n\nWhen he's done I begin to breathe\n\nHis gentle voice offering me a safe reprieve.\n\nStanding by the foot of my bed\n\nIs the one whose stories and words used to stay my dread.\n\nHis gentle gaze adds to my shame\n\nFor I realize that there is no one else to blame.\n\nI brought onto myself such suffering and pain\n\nAs I never want to feel again.\n\nWith a great heave the tears begin to flow\n\nWhile he hugs me, his feelings he's not afraid to show.\n\nIn my chest love does blossom\n\nWhile he compares me to a possum.\n\nHe says my doctor is his father\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd I apologize for being such a bother.\n\nA deep friendship we soon make\n\nNow on life I have a new take.\n\nDeep into the night we sit and talk\n\nOf all the things we shall do once I'm free to walk.\n\nAt last my day of freedom is here\n\nWe had planned on a long walk by the pier.\n\nMy joyous occasion is cut short\n\nWhen I hear the dreadful report.\n\nLeft to die in a hit and run\n\nWithout him I'll see no sun.\n\nThe blade I push in deep\n\nAs my lifeblood begins to weep.\n\nAround my body the blood\u0026nbsp; pools\n\nWhilst my corpse slowly cools.\n\nFor the flames of Hell I brace\n\nOnly to open my eyes before the gates of Heaven in my true loves embrace.\n\nFor all eternity we shall live\n\nAnd to each other our whole hearts we shall give.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}