My skin is paper thin,
After years of wear and tear,
I'm sorry to say,
But I don't think it can bear,
Much more,

Of these played off instances of verbal abuse,
Some day it's going to be more than me that you will start to lose,

I hope in these next few days you will realize what you did and who you are,
Maybe I'll be dead or maybe I'll be far,
Away,

From this ****** ****** up town,
From you and all your friends,
Your words have created nothing,
But clever ways for me to end,

Eventually, I will grow fragile and forget,
The times I spent alone depressed will be the times that I regret,

I've killed myself a thousand times over in my head,
It's sad to think I won't be remembered when I'm dead.

A cold metal bench,
And an empty mind,
Before this day came,
I figured I'd be fine,

I will **** myself tonight,
After I mow the lawn and shower,
Eat some leftover pizza,
And enjoy my last few hours,

I will rummage through the cabinet,
Find the pill bottle and the toxic chemicals it contains,
I will pour them down my throat,
I will pray it melts my brain,

I will start to feel funny,
I will sit on my bed and wait,
I will tell you that I loved you,
But by now it's far too late,


You just wanted me to be get better,
You hoped it would never take this course,
I'd say sorry to my friends and family,
But I do not feel remorse,
Anymore.

I just want to drown myself,
In these glass bottles and the liquids they contain,
I'm so tired of being looked over,
I am the boy who feels no pain,

My nerves have been shut off,
This world is just too much,
I've painted my own death,
With this feeble fragile brush,

We made it through three seasons,
I held you through the cold,
We trembled under blankets,
But together we grew too bold,

Apart we are forever,
But together is just this pain,
The heat of the Texas summer,
Turned into Southern winter rain,

I told you that I love you,
But there's something different about your voice,
And in the end of these seasons,
You left me but one choice,

We never made it to the Spring,
Your scent is missing from the breeze,
It was the end of this cold winter,
I watched you grab your stuff and leave.

Someday.

A crisp fall night,
Evident by the gentle breeze,
The calming trees,
And the changing leaves,
Your chair slightly overlapping mine,
We look at each other,
Our subtle embrace grows slightly stronger at the dwindling fire,
as we try to make up for the heat that we are losing,
Your skin is ripe and mine is bruising,
From the pain of letting go,
I knew you wouldn't see the fall,
You were a somber metaphor of the dying fire,
Reaching for something more,
Something to keep you going,
But there was nothing,
The physical attachments of this world seem not to matter as much when the pain is so great,
Sometimes the best thing you can do is let go,
They always said if you love something let it go,
But how can I let you go,
When it is fall,
And my bed is cold.