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 Sep 2014 Lambert Mark Mj
Court
It's 4:36am
and here I am
Face down on the floor with wet, swollen eyes that won't seem to stay closed.
4:37
the sun will shine in a few hours, but the light can't keep the darkness of my heart away.
4:38
I thought you were an open door to save me
turns out you were an open window for someone else.
4:39
Winter is coming up soon and our pictures are coming down,
but pain isn't a season or a memory. It's here to stay.
4:40
My heart is damaged just like you said I was. I'm saying good bye to the world. Good bye to you.
May my dreams put me 6 feet under tonight.
I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy. I hope you're happy. I hope yo-
Dark memories of my younger days

always seem not so far away...

The constant noise that drowned my soul

Use to make me wonder will I survive

My eyes could not see what was done to me

My ears could not hear the violence in words

The pain was more than any child could bare

How can one learn to live in fear

Crushing, screaming, CAN YOU HEAR ! ! !

But no one heard, so I thought no one cared

Then I awake, and shake my head...

Its just another nightmare of dreams...

Of what was once my reality
Sometimes I have to take a moment
just to focus on my life
Because I know not a single struggle
is to be solved with a knife
You see there are much easier ways
to get through difficult times
I myself, like to write
I am at ease with my rhymes
When I find myself really struggling
or life's getting rough
I collect my thoughts on paper
that for me is enough
So if you remember anything dear
please remember this note
Nothing is to be solved with a knife
life was meant to be wrote
L i f e  was meant to be wrote, with words of beauty not sadness because life truly is too short to be depressed.
Nothing to see, so I'll stop looking
Nothing to say, so I'll stop talking
Nothing to hear, so I'll stop listening
Nothing to do, but I'll keep thinking
Always thinking
About everything here, in this world
About everything up, in this sky
About everything done, in this life
About everything except, nothing
Never nothing
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