alone in my thoughts in darkness i hide in this chaos of life angel suicide surrounded by all but near not to one i can’t let them in i trust only none i drive myself dead just the voices an i im tired of life crimson’s a high the voices, they tell me everyone’s fake… Continue reading killing time
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A Cliche Suicide
A poem about a very cliche type suicide…first “decent” poem I’ve wrote in a good while…I guess. Her black eyeliner ran down her face As she cried tears of infinite disgrace Her pale white skin turn cold As she made the very last fold To the note she will leave behind There’s nothing more for… Continue reading A Cliche Suicide
Am I Alone?
I get a funny feeling, It comes from deep inside, I get all mad and angry, Wanting to go and hide. My doctor calls it depression, My mother says it’s just me, But the thoughts and feelings, No one will ever be able to see. Some people say I’m psycho, Some say I’m a freak,… Continue reading Am I Alone?
memories
poetic looking back on all the memories we had when we were happy when we were glad those are all gone now all of them lay in the past all of this happined just way to fast thoughts of suicide ran through my head im sorry i tore ur hearts to shreads those thoughts just… Continue reading memories
My Gift
My Gift CHORUS Burning embers in my hand A passion that won’t always last. My gift to you, my suicide And every guilt free day after I die. END CHORUS I made you do this. You begged for me to end my life, Though not in so many words. Outcast always into the shadows, Forever… Continue reading My Gift
silence of my heart
quickens as the heart stands still.. breathing but never drawing breath.. loving and never feeling..
Suicide
I sit beneath a crying tree, little eyes a-glowing, Stare up at the darkened sky Which is blindly snowing,
true story
There once was a girl and her name was Lynn She was born into a very abusive house hold and yet she never tought of running away or thought of killing herself. She was happy even though her dad would touch her and hit her and her mom walked the streets for money. Years have… Continue reading true story
Death of a soulless whore
Looking at myself and what I’ve become I realize that my life of pain is just begun Homicide, suicide Looking for something I cannot find
my life as it is today.
well if everyone saw me for the first time you would think that i am a very quiet person that doesn’t worry about much. looks can be deceiving because inside is so much hate and images of suicide in my head.