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16
If only I could speak to you
If we were adults I could see you and tell you everything
But we're 16 and in pain
With no one to hold
With no one to save
When you love someone there’s never just one reason
There is as many as the snowflakes in the winter season
When you love someone you can’t be without them
Always in your head, on your mind, their voice a gentle hum

When you love someone and they leave
They are always haunting making you grieve
When you love someone and they don’t love you back
Then you are nothing but a fool, a heart with a crack
An excerpt from a song I'm writing (First draft). I'm trying to explain the voices in my head and the people who aren't there, but are in here, in my head.
Why do they say ‘suicide is never the answer’?
They never give any other solution, do they?
Just a caution to the wind
A guilt trip to the Internet when you look for methods
If someone put a gun in my hand and told me to defend myself
I’d place the gun to my temple and pull the trigger
If someone told me to stay alive for them
I’d place the gun on the table and do as I was told
Someone once told me to stay alive from them
And it was never my family, it was never my friends
It was someone who was hired to keep me alive
She did a pretty good job
Even if she doesn’t care about me her acting convinced me enough
Because I can’t seem to succeed in dying
People try to tell me that your thoughts are not you
That they’re not your character
But what better presentation of your character
Then the voice of your subconscious
And the screams of your demons
I feel so much pain from everything
I’ve lost all my friends
I can’t stand to be around my family
My past haunts me
My future ages me
My being disgusts me
My life has no point
All this pain could have been avoided if only I hadn’t of gone downstairs
If only I kept the pills down
If only
If only, then I would be happy
I’d be free
I would no longer be alone and in pain
The pain and the loneliness is killing me
It will **** me eventually
The demons in my head never seem to rest
All I do is feed them because it’s the only way I know how to keep breathing
They became me there is no doubt in my mind that I am them
And they are me
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