Oct 2016
I felt the blood falling down my arm;
I know that I've sinned,
But the suffering has ceased
Loud noises fill throughout the crowd,
Sirens and screams
Looking down over my lifeless body, where are you?
Everything is getting blurry, my eyes are heavy, Death settles here.
The cut is deep where Stitches can't touch, Aids is a slow death, This Razor Blade is quicker.
I'm trying to speak, but my throat is draining;
Tears are dried up, Rusted.
Emotions are fading, I'm free, But shall spend eternity in Hell.
He knows that he won, he laughs, he knows the pain that has been bestowed upon me, **** and ******, His evil plan to forever control, and I'm here dying alone.
The pills never took the pain away, My friend found the bottle empty beside me, he called 911, The pills were forced out, my body was pale, yet lips were blue.
Where's my husband, while I'm in this alleyway, my heartbeats are sitting still, no more breaths, rigor mortis is settling into my corpse;
This razor blade is my salvation, where thy body is still clothed, yet i was born naked.
Angrily, I threw up my hands and yelled at the world, "I give up on everything!! But mostly You gave up on me, all the fights meaningless and hurtful, I left you because I was afraid of the nightmares, I grew tired of the arguments, where you had little faith within us. I killed myself tonight to say goodbye cruel world, because Depression is here and it's not leaving my mind, the thoughts of regret and people trying to out me, I'm sorry but my heart aches every time you touch her, why her, what does she have that I don't? What can she do for you that I haven't done?"
Now the crowd is looking for the person who killed me last night, some suspects it was the husband, others think it was an affair with the best friend, they didn't realize that it was me, i took that razor blade from the store, I am tired of being treated as if A puppet, I'm done, tired of hurting.
With this letter of my defeat, this last cut, can't be survived by my torn body, Goodbye cruel world, The clouds are beautiful with glitter, i look down as I'm gliding higher, my face is pixilated, forbidden to be seen by mortals,
Yes, I have wings now, Black as Coal; Sorrowful, apologizing.
Forgiving yourself, you stop by my grave, slowly kneeling down using the cane that i carved for you, The razor blade that laid across my tombstone was dull and needy, You cried out for forgiveness, yet you couldn't see me beside you, touching your shoulder, weeping with you.
Leaning towards your old aged ears, whispering.
"Now can you see her, she's been lost without your help, you laughed and tortured her soul, and all you have left is regret." He cried blood tears into his left hand, as soon I turned around looking at the Angel of Death, the old man took that same Razor blade and dug it into his flesh, and he saw me,
My wings white; Forgiving, Survival
My Nightmare was officially over with,
Until the day he killed himself in a daydream after husband and i Divorced each other.
The thrive of money was the cause of my suffering, now not anymore. I'll continue to be me, Free.
I know that I've sinned,
But the suffering has ceased
Loud noises fill throughout the crowd,
Sirens and screams
Looking down over my lifeless body, where are you?
Everything is getting blurry, my eyes are heavy, Death settles here.
The cut is deep where Stitches can't touch, Aids is a slow death, This Razor Blade is quicker.
I'm trying to speak, but my throat is draining;
Tears are dried up, Rusted.
Emotions are fading, I'm free, But shall spend eternity in Hell.
He knows that he won, he laughs, he knows the pain that has been bestowed upon me, **** and ******, His evil plan to forever control, and I'm here dying alone.
The pills never took the pain away, My friend found the bottle empty beside me, he called 911, The pills were forced out, my body was pale, yet lips were blue.
Where's my husband, while I'm in this alleyway, my heartbeats are sitting still, no more breaths, rigor mortis is settling into my corpse;
This razor blade is my salvation, where thy body is still clothed, yet i was born naked.
Angrily, I threw up my hands and yelled at the world, "I give up on everything!! But mostly You gave up on me, all the fights meaningless and hurtful, I left you because I was afraid of the nightmares, I grew tired of the arguments, where you had little faith within us. I killed myself tonight to say goodbye cruel world, because Depression is here and it's not leaving my mind, the thoughts of regret and people trying to out me, I'm sorry but my heart aches every time you touch her, why her, what does she have that I don't? What can she do for you that I haven't done?"
Now the crowd is looking for the person who killed me last night, some suspects it was the husband, others think it was an affair with the best friend, they didn't realize that it was me, i took that razor blade from the store, I am tired of being treated as if A puppet, I'm done, tired of hurting.
With this letter of my defeat, this last cut, can't be survived by my torn body, Goodbye cruel world, The clouds are beautiful with glitter, i look down as I'm gliding higher, my face is pixilated, forbidden to be seen by mortals,
Yes, I have wings now, Black as Coal; Sorrowful, apologizing.
Forgiving yourself, you stop by my grave, slowly kneeling down using the cane that i carved for you, The razor blade that laid across my tombstone was dull and needy, You cried out for forgiveness, yet you couldn't see me beside you, touching your shoulder, weeping with you.
Leaning towards your old aged ears, whispering.
"Now can you see her, she's been lost without your help, you laughed and tortured her soul, and all you have left is regret." He cried blood tears into his left hand, as soon I turned around looking at the Angel of Death, the old man took that same Razor blade and dug it into his flesh, and he saw me,
My wings white; Forgiving, Survival
My Nightmare was officially over with,
Until the day he killed himself in a daydream after husband and i Divorced each other.
The thrive of money was the cause of my suffering, now not anymore. I'll continue to be me, Free.
