11pm on a Saturday night
And my chest started to hurt
Because since 11am
I’m thinking bout my life and it’s dirt
Wanted to numb my pain
But got nothing to take
Thought ‘bout sun and rain and drowning in a lake.
Wait, Who has time for a ******* rhyme!
Oh silent death how tempting you sound!
Aren’t you thinking bout your fam? -stranger wondered.
Yes, I am, to much all the time! Thanks for asking!
But sorry dad and mom, sister and brothers
Your love is unconditional, but my heart needs love from my own soul
It hurts, breaths getting harder, mind playing deadly game.
Went to a job on a Sunday morning
Did ******* amazing! Should feel proud.
Those people drained my living essence
Helped them all, and minute by minute I felt every drop of my blood flowing through my veins
I want to go home, be alone, cry alone, live alone, die alone! ****!
But here I am, writing these words
As if I will show it to anyone.
But it feels better…
6pm on a Monday afternoon
And my chest started to hurt again. God!
Wanted to numb my pain
But got nothing to take.
Getting high by my emotions,
And that’s enough,
At least for now.