Don't allow yourself to feel "dumb" or "stupid" based on your inability to achieve something you care little about.

-Joseph B Schneider

Metaphorical suicide.

My feelings are as deep as the valleys running across my wrist: Non existent.
Countless heart breaks from a single girl proved to be a likely deterrent.

Old habits die easy with you, causing my fists to turn a dark red hue.
Empty bottles and cigarettes litter the floor, a noose hanging above being the only door so that I will finally soar.
Or dare I ask, and partake in this task which will surely leave me stripped of my sanity.

Watch me load a revolver with a single casing engraved "True Love" .  Look me in the eyes as  I place the barrel of the gun made from the broken memories we shared together unto my chest, and watch as I pull the trigger, causing my metaphorical platter splatter into globs of grey matter.

I lay in my bed sleepless, non  existent lateral lines running up and down my wrists, non existent, yet I still feel the throbbing and the slow spill of everything I ever felt ,drip down into my sides, surrounding me in a puddle of...

Real tears caused by the fears of letting go, or is what surrounds me are all the mistakes I've made, mutated from being left alone with no where else to go, so they make their way to the surface waiting for me to profess all that I've wronged? No. All that would have been too merciful.

Instead you took all of my feelings, my love, my heart, and melted it down into the shape of a metal bat, ironically engraved "tough luck" and proceeded to beat me in.

Not to bad, or painful. But to the point where I feel it, then the pain quickly recedes, like i am stuck in the sand of a island you marooned me on, The acid waves wash over me for a split second, causing pain into my heart, then it's gone. Causing me to forever constantly.

I wear a skull cap to hide the fact that you filled my heads with thoughts of you,
but since you left, you took my ability to perceive the dream I had for us two,
and left a giant hole where my thoughts grew.

Baby girl listen.
Listen as the melodic voices carry into your ears,
Let this blessing come to you, washing out your fears.
Close your eyes, but open your heart and let the words carry into your core.

Pour out your tears while you listen to this score.
Let the music destroy you,
Destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.

Let the music dig up all those feelings you've ran from, and flow through your worn eyes, while I listen as well, my head to the skies.
These songs bury themselves into my very existence, I hope they will soon be part of yours.

Take head in every lyric as they remind you of who you once was,
but in all the same, you still are that same person, only you've hit the 'STOP' button.
So please hear my voice out, as I caress your cheek, and press 'PLAY', for I long to see and hear the day when you've opened your heart to that beautiful Masterpiece, and cried those tears of joy.

These songs are not meant to depress,
But to merely release what has been suppressed.
Please baby girl, trade in your blade,
for a pair of headphones,
And listen to the voices that has played while I prayed.
As the music fades away,
It's clear to you and me,
That our love never dies.