You talk about pills.
The right combination,
Down them so easy,
Death comes so quickly.
You talk about razors.
The way they glide across your skin,
How much you love the pain,
The deadly scars
the cold metal leaves behind.
You talk about happiness,
And your lack thereof.
And I wonder what I can ever do
To make you feel genuinely happy.
You talk about hate.
How you feel your family
Doesn’t like you,
So why should anyone else?
You talk about pain.
How there’s so much of it.
You keep it bottled inside.
Pressure on your skull.
You talk about death.
And how if you weren’t
Afraid of the pain,
You’d be gone by now.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
You talk about pills.
The right combination,
Down them so easy,
Death comes so quickly.
You talk about razors.
The way they glide across your skin,
How much you love the pain,
The deadly scars
the cold metal leaves behind.
You talk about happiness,
And your lack thereof.
And I wonder what I can ever do
To make you feel genuinely happy.
You talk about hate.
How you feel your family
Doesn’t like you,
So why should anyone else?
You talk about pain.
How there’s so much of it.
You keep it bottled inside.
Pressure on your skull.
You talk about death.
And how if you weren’t
Afraid of the pain,
You’d be gone by now.
