1 am You are lying in your bed, 2 am You cant sleep, 3 am You are rgreting your chocies, 4 am You are finding your sight fadeing, 5 am You are batteling for your life, 6 am You are takeing your last breath, 7 am There are wakeing up finding you DEAD.
the red roses beneath my feet, the once white roses. have seen much defeat. they were painted with blood, of my very own, just look at them, they have trapped my sole.
oh you seem sad they will say, oh im just tierd today, but deep down i have a broken heart, and outside im falling apart, death will soon take me over, and i wont be here very longer, until that day i will always say im just tierd.
Please don't cry, They will say, But that's same thing they told me yesterday.
Do they mean it, They don't want to see me cry, I say I will try.
But I wont make any promises, So sorry to say.
I stopped crying yesterday.
to all those people with depression or suicidal thoughts don't give up. you will get better soon enough. we all love you and care about you. Hope this helped.
Would you love her if you knew all the pain and things she goes through, Would you love her if you knew she lies awake thinking about you, Would you love her if you saw the scares she hides, Would you love her if you saw her lifeless body hanging above.
Fun is just a word, Does anyone really want it, Just to get your mind off of things you do not want, To clear your thoughts, Thoughts of darkness, And pain, Let your mind off of things.
For all of you that worry about me, I'm getting better you see, no more hiding anything new, always making better chocies, throwing away the past mastakes, that I coverd with my pain, no more knives no more pain, everything I do will always stay.
The howels that have grown, The wolves are a crow, The noise of people, Have turned to screams, of the ******, but the misery is growing, And the love is still dead.
For all of you that worry about me, I'm getting better you see, no more hiding anything new, always making better chocies, throwing away the past mastakes, that I coverd with my pain, no more knives no more pain, everything I do will always stay.
I'm not good enough, Its hard to say. I'm sorry I'm a failure, I'm never ok. I think my parents hate me, Its a terrible sight to see. But there is one thing I know, There also not enough for me.
1 Lie isn't enough, 2 Lies your in hand cuffs, 3 your sitting alone, 4 wondering has the world grown, 5 your letting them understand, 6 that you are in your last bed, and 7 lieng there dead.
For all of you that worry about me, I'm getting better you see, no more hiding anything new, always making better chocies, throwing away the past mastakes, that I coverd with my pain, no more knives no more pain, everything I do will always stay.
The Last Breath you take, Is the one they always retake, The one everyone will remember, As you lie there Forever, As the people walk by, Until they understand, You have died.
The night, The fight, The time to live, The time to forget, The people who don't care, To watch them tear, Tear the world, Bits of thighs, On the ground, Every night.
I write for you, A sentence or two. Your life is better, Than sweet scotch butter. Your eyes are like candy, That tastes like so many. I love all of you.
Hello my love, My phoenix, My dove, You look lovely, Your as cute as a bunny, Your hair is like silk, Your lips are soft, You are blushing, You are my love.
I'm still here, bleeding out , lying on the hospital bed, looking at my mouth, All fooming up, because I did, what people do, but I feel like, I'm the only one, that will get through.
The mist has grown, And the monsters have shown, The town that was full, Is now just a broken part, Broken of people, Broken of everything, And the cemetery is full.
I thought I could trust you, I thought you would stay. I hoped and sat waiting for you, To come home that day. But you never did, You stayed out all night You never came back, And now your out of sight.
The night, The fight, The time to live, The time to forget, The people who don't care, To watch them tear, Tear the world, Bits of thighs, On the ground, Every night.
I don't know if I can write anymore, my parents found out that I used to cut and more. This will be my last poem for now, I really hope I made you all proud.
sorry I wont be on for a while. my parents tool my phone away.