Life was once , happy
Then it took a turn.
Life stopped moving
It became ******
Life became quiet,
Life became like a riot
Then it became my diet
Because of the virus
My heart was beating,
while I was bleeding
Yet, my heart kept on screaming
Words, never came out,
I came into doubt,
I don't know how,
I just said my vows
As i slowly drowsed
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
Time to go,
Time to fly,
Time to let go.
You had your chance,
Now it's mine.
You left,
My heart went down,
I count the years,
I just wanna cry.
I look,
I cry,
But No,
You are no where to be found.
The one women,
The one I love
My Life,
My Love
Mum!
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
I admit it, I'm afraid.
Darkness is coming, the pain is delayed.
I never thought my life would end like this.
A handful of pills and cuts on my wrist.
So sing me to sleep and ease me into my enternal rest.
I know there is nothing, but nothing must be better than being so depressed.
A ringing fills my ears and over takes the heart wrenching silence.
I admit it, I am afraid.
But I still don't wish that I had stayed.
And then I awake, moments later in my bed.
My breath is heavy and there's a pounding in my head.
I dreamt of what I wanted most, freedom.
A death without martyrdom.
But now I get up and start my day.
Yet I know, The nothing would be different if I faded away.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
I wanna cry,
I wanna die,
I wanna see,
What difference I make?
You lie,
I Cry,
You belong,
I don't!
Why ME,
Why you,
Why can you see?
Why can't I?
I am done,
I am Sick,
I am nothing
You are everything,
You belong,
I DON'T!
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
Life was hard
When you past
No one to love
No one to go to
It never got easy
I thought If I asked
Just once
Mabey just once
It get easy
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
I sleep at night
All nice and tight
Before i fly a kite
And lick a ****
A **** is a girl
That loves anther
Thats sits on a cover
Licking her lover
She covers her scars
By using scarf
As she draws pretty pictures
In a blood like colour
That shows her story
From anther mother
I am not spoken
As i cant tell my pain
She saves me from my sorrow
And the tingling pain
She cut her wrists
As she see the sight of no other
And cares like a mother
When she see her grandmother
From the age of eight
She would cry until late
And eat a slice of cake
Thats fills her heart with fate
She paints a pretty picture
On her wrist you may ask
That tell her story to the nation
What they can not bear
As they dont care
She has a mother
That sleeps in a cover
With cuffs on her wrist
But with a twist
Of a kiss
While the daughter paints
A pretty picture
On her wrist
In a blood like colour.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:32 PM UTC