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Dream Of My Demise

Dream of my demise

 

Because the pain is swallowing me

 

This is one of the few things I can see

 

It sprouts inside

 

Like a disease

 

That can’t be controlled

 

I realize that life is not mine to hold

 

Because one day we all die

 

Death’s fingers you cannot pry

 

 

The End is on the phone

 

He wants to talk to you

 

He says “In a sense we all die alone”

 

I hang on this because my mind is dark

 

The world isn’t an easy walk in the park

 

Dying is easy

 

Life is harder

 

 

Innocence is gone

 

Forever knowing that

 

The dawn is gone

 

I am gone

 

Because life you have to endure

 

No matter what we’re always at war

 

Death, we cannot hide

 

We can’t pretend that we’re alive

 

Even if it’s suicide

 

I know I’m dead inside

 

Empty inside

 

 

Life can’t be given away

 

No matter how I pray

 

If I could, I would die

 

Commit suicide

 

To give someone another chance

 

To be happy

 

 

Because I don’t want others to suffer

 

Death is inevitable

 

And I’m stupidly in love with that fact

 

Dream of my demise

 

Dying is easy

 

Life is harder

 

 

And I say this now

 

Because I’m not afraid of death

 

I’m waiting for it

 

Every second we’re dying

 

Getting closer

 

To the point we’re almost flying

 

 

I want to run from my mind

 

To cut my tears

 

And **** these fears

 

Try to escape

 

Seal my fate

 

Not suffocate

 

Under society

 

 

It’s truly a nightmare

 

To be alone

 

To feel abandoned

 

To not trust

 

To be trusted

 

 

Because you’ll let them down

 

And they don’t need to suffer

 

Voices used to speak

 

I miss them

 

I miss the happy little girl I was

 

My heart used to glow

 

Now it’s black and torn

 

Sinking through the spikes

 

This heart used to beat

 

Used to dream

 

 

Of little kittens and fluffy clouds

 

Now I imagine what I wish

 

Pale skin

 

Green Eyes

 

Meadow with black roses

 

Snow falls soft

 

I lay here

 

Dream of my demise

 

Dying is easy

 

Life is harder

 

 

Black and white

 

And I’m gone

 

Dying is peaceful

 

Dying is easy

 

Life is harder

 

Life hurts

 

 

I lay here now

 

Snow covered grass

 

Surrounded by green trees

 

Black roses make a bed

 

The sky is grey with clouds

 

 

Snow falls softly

 

My skin is pale and cold

 

Green eyes

 

My heart flies

 

 

Death is peaceful

 

Love is hurtful

 

Ignorance is always

 

Innocence is gone

 

Dream of my demise

 

Dying is easy

 

Life is harder

 

 

 

 

 

Give life away

 

Take the price to pay

 

I take the knife

 

Slice twice

 

Watch the blood pour

 

Feel the rush

 

Pain is crushed

 

Feel your heart soar

 

 

Medication overdose

 

In your blood

 

Feel the rush

 

Life is seeping

 

I am bleeding

 

This is suicide

 

 

Bathroom door slams open

 

Hear the scream

 

In my dreams

 

They found the note

 

In my room

 

About how I’m sentenced to certain doom

 

 

I know I’m dead

 

From their cries

 

I feel the smile on my lips

 

Under my demise

 

I gave my life away

 

 

I know my casket’s open

 

I feel the tears fall down on me

 

Screams of grief

 

Shouts of joy

 

The rest I cannot hear

 

 

And I feel safer

 

Death is peaceful

 

Dying is easy

 

Life was harder

 

Life was hurtful

 

 

I see the knife

 

In the forest

 

Blood in a pool around it

 

I can taste the blood

 

 

Death is sweet

 

I’m still slipping away

 

And death has come

 

My pain is gone

 

Love has been fulfilled

 

 

And anger is gone

 

I can feel what it’s like

 

To be happy

 

For my heart to be steady

 

 

Curled up in a ball

 

Safe and warm

 

I can feel the snow fall

 

This black heart is forever gone

 

Now the others can see the dawn

 

 

Decode my existence

 

What was my purpose?

 

To fade in the distance?

 

I was no one’s paramour

 

And I won’t be anymore

 

 

Dream of my demise

 

Dying is easy

 

Life is harder

 

I am gone

 

 

There goes my hero

 

If I had one

 

And if I did

 

Let the flames begin

 

Because

 

 

Life was harder

 

Dying was hardest

 

 

Dream of my demise

 

 

My excuse

 

To run away

 

To be afraid

 

Can’t be told

 

I want to scream it

 

 

 

But no one would come

 

This isn’t taken truthfully

 

Full of meaning

 

Isn’t seen as how destroyed I am

 

 

My breathing falters

 

All the time

 

On the inside

 

Act at school

 

Play along

 

Keep my heart beating

 

Still not even

 

But they can’t hear it

 

 

See how broken I am

 

In my room

 

Still acting

 

Just listening

 

To the band I pretend to like

 

 

I hear someone move

 

I start to panic

 

Hide my cuts with the blanket

 

“I don’t need help” I chant to myself

 

But I know I do

 

I refuse

 

 

“I didn’t do it”

 

I sadly sigh

 

“Just a dream”

 

Not suicide

 

 

I did cut deep

 

In my sleep

 

Wait in bed

 

Let it bleed

 

I look at the walls

 

Pictures plastered

 

“Pathetic” I whisper

 

 

The TV is off

 

I check the clock

 

2 A.M.

 

On the dot

 

 

 

Take a C.D.

 

Put in headphones

 

Put it on repeat

 

 

I fall asleep

 

To Flightless Bird, American Mouth

 

I dream of my secret

 

The one only I will leave with

 

 

I’m acting again

 

The next day at school

 

Breathing slightly better

 

But my heartbeat is louder

 

And more uneven

 

Still empty

 

 

I do my work

 

Repeat and ditto

 

Everyday

 

Acting

 

But not Broadway

 

 

“Just follow the pattern” I think

 

 

“And never come back someday”

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