{"sf1_id":761676,"sf2_id":"Rm06WWq1","title":"Short Stories: Why Exist? Part 4","author":"Elian93","words":255,"posted_at":"2014-09-28T11:29:00.000Z","tags":["Anger","Depression","Poem","Poetry","Sad","Suicide"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/761676-short-stories-why-exist-part-4","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm06WWq1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/23/a7/23a7c9fc-6070-458c-a40d-717728fe99f2","description":"#4 of Short Stories: Suicidal Actions\n\nThe fourth part of the short sotry collection where suicide is the theme. I wanted to write something in first person but not as a regular story. Instead I wrote this poem quite quickly thus it might not be good but I tried at least. Note: Moocat2289 suggested that one of the suicide stories should be in first person and here it is!","content":"Happiness, a thing I lacked thoroughly\n\nSadness, a thing I felt deeply\n\nWondering in a wanderer's path\n\nWondering about my own wrath\n\nAs I flew in the air of heavy thoughts\n\nI saw many grieves as huge spots\n\nAs I viewed myself from the reflection\n\nI saw anything else but perfection\n\nThrough sadness something was there\n\nA deep misbelief for me was everywhere\n\nThrough despair something was born\n\nDisrespect for myself, a hatred's scorn\n\nHatred and sadness walked with me\n\nAs I wanted to do a misplaced plea\n\nFor me lied gladness many miles away\n\nBut I couldn't do anything but to stay\n\nWondering yet again once more\n\nI had a deep wish for doing a roar\n\nYelled for help in many ages\n\nWhat I wanted to do are wages\n\nBut nothing changed, not ever\n\nWhy should I care, whatever\n\nNo one cared for me whatsoever\n\nBut there was one option however\n\nIt would be so easy yet so embarrassing\n\nTo do it would change everything\n\nIt would be best for me only\n\nSince I ever was so lonely\n\nBut being able to resist I couldn't\n\nIf this wasn't my life I wouldn't\n\nBut I had already done that\n\nThe only thing I was good at\n\nAs I flew through the air of release\n\nI finally could do what I please\n\nThis was way better than there\n\nWhere nothing was ever so fair\n\nThe bell of freedom I rang\n\nIn happiness and sadness I sang\n\nFarewell to nobody I said\n\nBecause I was already dead\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Short Stories: Suicidal Actions","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/761521-short-stories-why-exist-part-3.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/763056-short-stories-why-exist-part-5-chapter-1.json"}}