Late at night I lay awake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take,
This world of mine is too much to bare,
These demons of mine don't play fair.

All I ask is for me to depart,
Cause I'm tired of this Life,
It's tearing me apart.

So send me an invitation,
So I can feel a sensation,
I beg of you to end my story.

Everytime I try to help
It comes back on me
It always backfires
I get ******* over everytime
I do the right thing
But I get the short end of the stick
I get called names
I get picked on
I don't do anything
Because it's not worth my time
But now I'm tired of it
**** y'all
Every single person
Who has ever hurt me
******* me over
Lied to me
Every last one of you
I'm nothing because of you
The happy little kid I once was
He's dead
He's gone
I'm an empty shell
Incapable of feeling
A sucidal freak
*******
You made me this way
Your dirt
No your worse than dirt
Your hated by everybody you meet
Nobody likes you
Nobody loves you
I'm sitting here
With this gun in my mouth
And if I pull the trigger
It's on you
You deserve it
No you deserve worse
But no
I won't
Maybe another day

Your family tree dies with the hollow parts
That my blood is draining into
Cells migrating into reincarnation
My Magnolia sister celibate, a new age nun
My sucidal thoughts run deeper than this lineage
But I will not act unless some one brings an ax.

Prescribed by:  Doctor ”Micro-****" Barry (MD)

Vitamin (T)rauma in large doses may cause side effects such as:
****** bleeding,watery eyes, sucidal thoughts, Liver failure.
vagrancy, depression,poverty, and decreased ****** performance,
cancer,Possession, itchy eyes, tight muscles, and virginity.


SEVERE side effects include becoming a poet.
If you are writing poems PLEASE STOP IMMEDIATELY,
and seek out medical attention.

Warning
NEVER try to be literate.

Its in the midst of the dark I such for any tool.that could.make.me.take the sucidal vow but I am afraid of the unfelt
I turn voices messing my head up all.I can see is his blood shot eyes in.the dark staring deep.through my solid,,,,
I cry so loud at the corner of the streets ,,,I had become  a loner the reality dawn me
I just couldn't stay with the manly drunkard body I had for a partner,,
Deep through the woods he chased me amongst the trees he triple his knife fell down once twice before it fell to the river,he lost track when he saw a bare.and started chasing like a mad man
That's how I found myself in the streets ,,
My heart aches.for my beloved ,,,my heart aches for the man we made vows.at the church bell..
My heart aches the heart of a loner

Brought up in pain,
the blisters in her body are like carved inscriptions,
bold and bare.
An evidence of what used to be.

She was always sucidal and scared,
scared of living and dying in pain.
She felt it was better to die peacefully,
not from beating and battering.

Her good Samaritan came just like
an angel from a dream.
She released her from her den
and made her a new person.

Now she is as beautiful like the flowers,
her blisters are no longer scary,
but a reminder of a war she fought and won.
Even flowers have stripes,her stripes are what make her beautiful.

© Althea