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Poetic T Oct 2014
My thoughts are signed upon the
Wall
If you look closely
Reading the words that
Scream,
"I wrote it quickly"
Some may think with
Little thought,
But I needed to show how I felt
Anger,
Confusion,
Tears
Sit still upon my face, mixed
With the ink that permeates the wall
There is but one full stop
It signed the end of my write
The pen had but one nib
And I pulled upon the trigger,
My words were expelled
Upon the wall,
If you cant read my words,
Then you'll never know why
**"I had to write my end upon the wall"
Poetic T Oct 2014
I wanted to end it all,
To finish what had begun
But the cost of living,
Has sky rocketed up
Bullet
Knife
Rope
Aren't as cheap as they
Once were,
The Cost of taking a life
Dollars,
Pounds,
Euros,
Where ever you are
The cost got to
"Much"
Who ever said that death was
"Cheap,"
Has got to much to live for to give a
"****"
I wanted a bullet,
To end this joke,
I wanted one, they said
Lead has gone up,
Two
For
One,
Life's cruel joke,
Is it wasn't funny enough,
I may as well live
Through the
Good,
&
Bad,
Because suicide
Just got too expensive,
Its a rich guys playing field now..
Sabrina Aug 2012
I want to shatter glass.
Slow motion.
Bullets fly.
Glass rains.
A smile breaks.
Teeth gleam.
Eyes shine.
A Sep 2014
WRITE YOUR NAME
ON THIS BULLET

SO YOU ARE
THE LAST THING

THAT GOES THROUGH
MY HARD HEAD
Just Melz Sep 2014
There's just too much on my mind
And it's hard to define these emotions
The explosions of neurotic brain waves
Feeling dazed, losing touch with reality
I'm finally losing every ounce of sanity
It's blasphemy to think I'm alright
Cause at night, there's ghosts in my dreams
And it seems they'll never stop haunting me
Reality? That's officially become a blur
Stirring up demons from my past
At last I can say I found a way out
But I have doubts if it could actually save me
This destiny I found with the barrel of a gun
Hell, it hasn't been fun, completely out of touch
There's not much left on my mind
As the bullet finds a home between my eyes
Indeed, a bright white light approaches this shredded heart.
Could it truely be time so soon?
Perhaps a lucid dream with which my mind attemts to ****** my every thought but a fight successfully brought.

Not a dream I see...
A room drained of color, and a body fragile conected to the only source of survival.
Have I really met the end?
Could I possibly be looking at my future crumble.

It appears so...
The reflection of my lack of sanity so clear upon the tear drop of that loved one.
The only loved one.
The one worth taking bullets for every ounce of my body.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
This came to me on the spot. I really don't know why.
But here it is.
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