A failed boy, Like a broken toy. You snap the limbs, And neck - Oh joy. Wondrous pain And glorious disdain From all the things around him And what he'll never feel again - What is happiness? Besides a word An unrequited sentiment And statement Of what he might be led to. A shame - But notice, Change, And rearrange. Seeing his life And plans Fleet from him, Burning in a flame Of anxiety, Depression, Borderline personality Episodes And impulsive Compulsive Behaviors like choke holds. Let go. And box up the thoughts, Put them on a shelf Next to the forget-me-nots. Because maybe he can rebound, And unbound From the chains Holding him down Like being pinned to the ground He broke through, Blasted of - shoot. Like a rocket. He is growing now, Or maybe not. But he can, Somehow.
A mind full of patterns In every which way. Crawling, Scrawling, And cycling On my walls. Waves of colors burst And I forget myself. Fly into my spiritual dimension And ascend. Then it ends. And I feel some clarity And comfort Wash over me.
You ever had a feeling That you wanted to die? And acted on this feeling And you survived And questioned why You're still alive?
You ever had a, ever had a, Ever had a feeling? That made you wanna, made you wanna, And acted on this feeling. You ever had a feeling That rids you of all reason? And makes you hate your very being? You are blind And I'm searching for a feeling
Can't find a feel, Because none of it is real I'm traumatized You say that it's not real
You are blind And searching for a feeling, I'm.
Nothing like waking up after another failed suicide. Again.