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Skyler M Oct 2021
What's life,
Without suicide?
The contemplation,
To accuse the abused.

God forbid a kid,
But **** an adult,
The glorification,
To alter a perception.

Hungry for the other side,
We all assume we know,
So much so that we throw,
Our blood to the streets.

What's your life,
Without a suicide,
A kid with no thought left,
Knocked a chair to the right.
Skyler M Oct 2021
What if there’s nothing to look forward to?
A concert or two to keep me going.
And through the winter I might break.
This time, I don’t want to be turned in.
The hospital hasn’t done much for me.

Now I fall through bed-sheets,
Figuring out the meaning to living,
A pretentious ******* with no right,
What I'd do to become everything I want.

In the meantime,
Give me reasons to survive at bare minimum,
Holding only a grain of sand,
While everyone else seems to hold more.

Now I fall through bed-sheets,
Figuring out the meaning to living,
A pretentious ******* with no right,
What I'd do to become everything I want.
Skyler M Oct 2021
I've got to move far away,
This dreadful town has me in tears,
A new sunset to appreciate every night,
Holding me down with an existential weight.

There's no telling that I'd do, friend,
To pack my bags and *******,
Against everyone's wishes,
I'm a failure to touch or view.

Its selfish to ask for help,
And I'd be begging to be killed,
Without it.

Give me a sign,
from the love of nobody's life,
I'll sign my life away to the metal,
Rind my teeth against bones,
Just to feel justified in my selfishness.

Don't ******* help me,
I'll do it all on my own,
Just get drunk, smoke some ****,
Burrow deeper into the molten hot sand.

Maybe I'll write a story about how I learned to survive,
Then reflect back on myself to see that I've still died.
I'm still figuring out how to die.
Figuring out if I can die.

Cause it's all futile,
To ask for help, I'd be a manipulator,
And if I called home,
Would anyone answer and take me seriously?
Skyler M Oct 2021
Im tired of pretending that Im any good at singing,
Cause my vocal cords crack and groan at every note,
Maybe I don't drink enough water,
or maybe my throat is just sick of me singing.

I don't know anything more than four cords,
My guitar doesn't see much use except abuse,
Although my piano just might be a *******,
I'm just a fool with a tool to speak his muse.

I wanna find it inside of myself,
A driving passion to bring money home,
Cause I'm sitting here with nothing,
Except a couple dollars to my name.

The poems I write are far too basic,
Nobody likes them but to be fair neither do I,
I can't show my face to anybody now,
Cause the porcelain is beginning to break.

It's chipping away, away, away...
Down the drain, away, away, away...
And now I sway, away, away, away...
In my room as a dull tool who loves music,
away, away, away...
Skyler M Oct 2021
You're gonna hurt my feelings.
But why should you give a ****?
If I'm just a stupid kid.
Who knows nothing about the world.
Then I don't deserve an ounce of respect.
Nothing I own is mine under your roof.
So sell all of it. Use the money to buy my grave.

Good luck cause I'll haunt you until you're dead.
Skyler M Oct 2021
I miss your long kisses
I miss our long drives
I miss feeling happy,
And now I’m going absolutely ******* crazy!!!

You’re gonna leave and I’m not ready,
You’re gonna leave so just wait right here
You’re gonna leave what if I ask for one more kiss?

Perhaps the things we love the most are better off alone,
I’m bitter and prone to skipping stones against the walls,
Bored out of my ******* mind but you’re entertaining and I..

miss your long kisses
I miss our long drives
I miss feeling happy,
And now I’m going absolutely ******* crazy!!!
Bonkers, insane, publicly shamed.

And I wish you the best life,
But I also would admit my crush on you,
That I have had since my sweet sixteen,
It’s been a couple years and I’m all *******,
In alcohol dreams and suicide teams.
Skyler M Sep 2021
Charging through a mild storm,
Minor inconveniences and wild coincidences,
Are what drive me to the point of insanity,
The rumble of earthquakes under my feet.

Hard to say if I'm really as strong as they say,
I lie a lot and my friends are moving on,
These trust issues keep me branded as anti-social,
Maybe, I'll decide to never love again.

Breaking up over the phone,
Splitting checks on ****** dates,
I'm torrential rain and you're a sunny day,
Nothing I could ever handle in a lifetime.

Asthma acts up because of the pollen in the morning,
Can't breathe without opening my mouth,
It's an absolute ******* curse,
Just stitch my mouth so I just shut the **** up.
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