It’s an unarguable truth that loneliness is an addiction.
The Devil draws you in until your brain no longer functions,
He’ll pluck through you like petals on a daisy,
Desert you in your bed and leave you feeling crazy.
Words keep coming, silent without end.
Miserable and loathing your new and soulless friend.
Just last year you were jump roping for heart,
The memory of that day leads to a devastating spark.
Deep in your closet lies a rope,
You jump out of bed and jump for hope.
It caresses your neck until your body folds,
Now fleeing from that closet is a beautiful soul
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
It’s an unarguable truth that loneliness is an addiction.
The Devil draws you in until your brain no longer functions,
He’ll pluck through you like petals on a daisy,
Desert you in your bed and leave you feeling crazy.
Words keep coming, silent without end.
Miserable and loathing your new and soulless friend.
Just last year you were jump roping for heart,
The memory of that day leads to a devastating spark.
Deep in your closet lies a rope,
You jump out of bed and jump for hope.
It caresses your neck until your body folds,
Now fleeing from that closet is a beautiful soul
I wrote this last year around the time a boy from my old middle school/my sisters current school killed himself. The thought of someone so young committing such a desperate act was and still is absolutely heartbreaking. Unfortunately there is a beautiful/romantic association behind suicide; it gets portrayed as the only way out even when explaining that it isn't. I know it sounds cliche, but truly, bullying is never the way to go. It is cowardly and absolutely unnecessary for both parties.
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