You are an Angel
Chained to Earth;

You can either
Cut off your wings

Or you can
Release yourself

From the shackles of
Mundane mortality.

Goodbye goodbye
I commited the crime
I had a try
But I just cry
Not worth a dime
So I die
its my time
Goodbye goodbye

Every scar is another story
Every scar is just one love.

I want to die

And that's not just a saying
I want to rip my lungs out
And stop myself from breathing
I've grown to hate not love
The so called "temple" He gave me
Day by day, always at thought
Accompanied with only the beauty of death
And the overwhelming feeling of envy
I'm tired and I just don't know
How to keep this facade on longer anymore
I'm sick in the head
But no one seems to care
I'm tired of the mistakes
And of the people who are never there

So I'm writing this poem
It's stupid I know
A bunch of useless thoughts
Put together for a final show
Maybe I'll be gone after you read the last word
Maybe I'll be crying to sleep again
Maybe I'll fantasize of shooting myself in the head
Maybe...

But I don't know

n.j.

Death is a scary thing.
So why is it that I'm more afraid to fall in love, than to die?
Why is it that my fear of living is greater than my fear of dying?
Death is inevitable.
*But so is he.

Death is a funny thing. You know it's coming and you know it's inevitable, but you wish it wasn't. It's twisting and malicious and casts angry shadows among the light. It fills us with anguish and runs our veins cold. Death is a funny thing. You know it will happen eventually, but you live your life everyday anyway. And I think that's what it's all about. That's the loophole in death. Even though you know it's coming, you stare death in the face, fiercely, and let it know that it's not going to stop you. You're going to live your life every single day and you're going to soak up every moment and opportunity you have. Death cannot sink it's claws into you or tear you down. You are invincible.

a microbe,
a stab,
in many years,
in a few minutes,
sometimes
always