Suicide, Two types of feelings in production The ones who have lived it in some way The ones who have never felt it's brutality I can not explain it's perplexety I can say what it is not meant to be Selfish should never be uttered out of man kind How could anyone let something hold so much control A question many hold Have you took place of another humans body or possibly telepathically inclined You replied no then ignorant is your judgement I have no great epiphany in reasoning Experience is my lead
List of eating disorders inhabited my processing Mom constantly ******* at what was taking place She hardly looked at my fragile eyes She walked out the door to calm herself I needed help Twisted was my concept My mom would no longer worry My family would be free from my iniquities I only had to count to three Swallow plenty I was ready Scratching my throat Hitting my stomache
My mom emotional mess walked back in Letting me know she would fight for me I told her time was limited I held the pills with loss dignity Emergency room waiting Heart monitor Cords stringing around the bedding Doctor conversing on the phone Assuming poison control I felt "it" The calmest feeling ever crossed by man The soft bright light hitting my bronzed hair Black went the room I lost it Stab went the needle into me First tranquilizer was be fitting Doctor harrasing me for my stupidity I could only picture the sounds of Charlie Browns parenting Brain went crazy Who the **** was I anyways Maybe I should **** this troll He really is bugging Next round in play The needle went in again tranquilizer two was on it's way Falling in a blank misery sleep
Insane asylum is where you end up with dawn hitting Incoherent was still my state Puking in every garbage I could see Waking up to girls standing over my head Wanting to hear my story Was I truly loosing grasp on reality Adam ******* was my counsler Recreation fun barred in Nightly tantrums ***** shot accompanied My visit was almost done Circle of trust Family plan mapped and ready
I made it home My distorted brain had no change Took me passing out a couple more times on the bathroom floor Towel upon my face fan blasting loudly Awake I finally came Perseverance and loss of my sanity Pushed me Now I'm ******* resilient to the battles of hell