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Now with WW3 a looming possibility,
It will be my friends and I who get drafted.
Hey, maybe this is an opportunity,
An opportunity to die,
Without anyone knowing I
Wanted to.
If you were to die tomorrow,
what would you rate your life
on a scale of 1 to 10?

Have you been a true friend?
Helped the ones close to you in their time of need?
If they killed themselves tomorrow,
would you have seen it coming?

Have you helped the homeless on the streets,
that you pass on a daily basis who'd be thankful
for as little as a smile and a 'Have a good day'
and maybe a buck if you have the time to take it out,
If you really gave a **** about your fellow humans.

If you died tomorrow, could you meet up with Death,
and truly be happy with the life you lived?
I had a dream,
I was indulging in a feast of pills.
When I was done,
I could feel death slowly coming for me.
Weird thing was,
I wasn't scared more at peace.

It felt like,
when you're tired,
and the best feeling in the world,
is laying in your bed, and closing your eyes.

Pill
      after
              pill,
                    I
                      start
                              to
                                  fade.

Please don't cry.
Here I am,
In the middle of the grey ocean.
The tears of angels dancing on the  broken surface.
Angels crying, crying for us?
Pfft, yeah right.
Earth.

God,
Poor Earth.
We've destroyed hope,
And along the way I believe,
We've destroyed humanity,
Or maybe just humans,
I really don't know,
Maybe Im just
Destroyed.
They say life is beautiful,
Not lately, not today.
Because when I get to school,
Its no longer a shock
To see the flag low and blue
About another loss.

We've desensitized ourselves ,
Death no longer bothers us,
Unless it affects us.
We ignore the starving,
Unless we can get praise.
The Mass of Humans,
Are no longer good,
No longer beautiful,
No longer human...
You say you act for God,
when we see you
holding your signs
'God Bless 9/11'
'God hates ****'
I honestly cannot comprehend
that you think you're doing good.
You, are the people who,
make me lose my faith,
in humanity.
You give us one Hell of a bad name.
You better start to fear us,
because if I had it my way,
Your life would be sustained on pain.
I would treasure every scream,
and cherish every cut.
We flew to close to the sun
and now we're crashing like Icarus.
We plummet to our graves
Im glad Death came to choose us.
Too long have I wanted this
to be rid or everyone and everything.
I know its jealous of me
but all our lives are nothing more then a fling.
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