What have I become? What will I feel when I load this gun Ready to die because of free will Not wanting to live So I swallow this pill Of reality Make the decision Now or never Bye bye world Guess I knew better Than living with this hollow feeling So give me the gun I'm done with living
As I look out my window and wonder why everything is a lie, Why everything has to die, all I want to do is cry! life is a crazy ride, by if you can survive, it will only eat you alive
You know those demons under your bed? They are actually in your head They wait for u to realize You are hanging by a thread Wish you may And Wish you might Luckily I'm going to die tonight
This world we live in is so cruel This world we live in is so judgmental Can't I have a life without your say Can i have peace just let me lay I don't need forgiveness I just need to be loved I need to be happy
I'm done I'm done with this life that I live Im done with everyone around me Im done with people critizing me for how I feel I'm done breathing I'm done living
Just a little something that I needed to get off my chest
I lied I told them to be happy When I most certainly was not I told them that things always get better When I doubt they ever will I told them to always have hope When I lost all mine I told them everyone is beautiful When I feel ugly all the time I told them to always stay strong When I'm slowly breaking as days go by
Memories like rain in my mind Drip, drip , drip Over and over Do you remember when your mom left? Well, of course! It's just another rain drop falling down my cheek you created Everytime you ask me a question about my past Your just creating a rain drop and maybe one day with all those "raindrops" I can keep them in a jar
We are all untitled We Amy have jobs Or go to school But we are all untitled Yes we have a name An a date Be we are all untitled Yes but we are all mundanes who look for a title that dosent exist
Why do we say good always wins Does that mean the demons we are fighting in our minds are good Does that mean the voice that tells me I should die is right If good always wins then why do we commit suicide Why do we bully Why do we treat people the way we do Why Please Tell Me Why We Say This
Not a poem just something I needed to get off my chest
He smiles She cries He wants to help her She only denies He tried She only pushed him away He fell in love with her She fell in love with him He dies not knowing She dies hoping Immortality is key