To be or not to be I wonder why
I live so hard that I cannot cry
Coveting cuts across her wrist
Open wounds remind us we still exist
Silky red ribbons run like dark waters
Bloodshot eyes to match the liquid
Seeing her sitting in squalor I shiver
Life’s lonely punch line left to deliver
Bottle of pills placed half hazardly on the sink
Razor blades falling in and I think
The stench used to be sickly sweet
Now rotting flesh makes a nauseating stink
Mouth that I cannot stand to look at
Eyes so ghastly I refuse look back
All we get is just this one try
To be or not to be to live or die
To falter or to fly and dream of lights in suicide
Leaving loved ones far behind
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
To be or not to be I wonder why
I live so hard that I cannot cry
Coveting cuts across her wrist
Open wounds remind us we still exist
Silky red ribbons run like dark waters
Bloodshot eyes to match the liquid
Seeing her sitting in squalor I shiver
Life’s lonely punch line left to deliver
Bottle of pills placed half hazardly on the sink
Razor blades falling in and I think
The stench used to be sickly sweet
Now rotting flesh makes a nauseating stink
Mouth that I cannot stand to look at
Eyes so ghastly I refuse look back
All we get is just this one try
To be or not to be to live or die
To falter or to fly and dream of lights in suicide
Leaving loved ones far behind
