Hot tears stream down my face and burn my skin, Hot flames consume me is i burn for my sin, Living itself should be i crime, Just barely scraping by on the dime, I guess hell would be better then being alive, In this world how do so many survive, Suicide rates have never been higher, As peoples need for help becomes more dire, But so many screams will never be heard, So many people ignored every word, Mind like a cage that keeps me inside, Id ask to be free but I already died.
10 years ago you left this earth 10 years ago you died you quit breathing and I continued you no longer smile laugh or cry 10 years ago you stopped living yet I continued and now I gained eternal life a life that was meant for you and now in everything I do I can only think of you and when I remember that you are dead sometimes I wish that I was you -mel
this is a poem i wrote two years ago while I was in the hospital. at that time i felt like there was no hope for ever feeling joy. I just wanted to die. However, i am still here and am doing so much better. i have found happiness. even if there are still moments i cant see the light, i can always know that I'll find it again. so if you ever feel like giving up, keep fighting. work hard and you'll make it. there is always hope.
We wake up most mornings with a sigh Wanting a few more hours to lie And get at least another hour of sleep. In this thought we get in so deep
We begin the day with a smile accepting life as it comes Overcoming struggles in all its form But often forget to say our prayers And forget to thank God for helping in all areas
In humans, four of every five Keeps breathing but they're not alive Living everyday wIthout having something to run after Living life like an aimless drifter
Pictures don't ever change, just the people inside of them do Whoever told you life would be easy, I promise was lieing to you. Life remains the same, only situations change Only God helps make them less hard and led strange
You confessed you're feelings to me in a sweet little melody, I liked you too. But you know what I found out? You're a back stabbing fake. You had a girlfriend and you never told her how you felt. Go on, take the knife and stab me, You've already broken my heart.
I'm not sure why but I tried to die And now I feel all dead inside Do you know why I tried to die Or why I feel so dead inside I always feel all dead inside Ever since the day I tried Tried to take away my life And tried it while holding a knife I feel so lost looking in this knife And I don't know why but now I cry I cry all the lovely lullabies The lullabies Oh lovely cries They sing me to sleep at night Every night I lay with fright that this may be my last goodnight The tears fall out and sing about the monsters of our fearful house This fearful house they sing about leaves hidden sights to see But once you see you can't turn back or you must wear a shameful hat The shameful hate oh sinful hat Why must you not look back Wearing this hat oh sinful hat why must I sin for you For sinning brings more fright of this being my last night I think I know why I must feel so dead inside for I can not express making me a sinful mess But a sinful mess must not address any real desire for if I do well then it's you who must bear this frightful night If I no longer bear this dreaded frightful night it will leave me in a quake that I might not survive A vegetable A vegetable is what I will become p And that my friend is worse than feeling oh so numb I don't know how I started to feel all of these things But now I know the reason why I must stay all dead inside