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Mar 2010
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”
I'm a bit of a pyscho child.
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