"triger" poems
you see this little girl
walking down the street
you'd never know
its death she's trying to beet
because those kids at school will tell her she's not worth it
like she's second class
like she's not a person
I find i kind of funny
when these kids walk on they all want a friend and she could have been one
this little girl she'll g home and cry
call-in' out to god
'why cant I just die! everyone hates me, I'm just a waste of space, I am not loved and this time I've had enough
everyone turn's as she fights depression
the only way she can get someone to listen
is when se go's to confession
Like she had something to be ashamed of
when its the kids who make her want to take off
now she's sat up in her room looking out at the moon, sad that she has to go so soon but, she knows she cant take it anymore
"The world the sick one" she writes in her final words
all she ever wanted was to have fun
now she's braking down like a little kid
she cut at her wrist's she's had enough this
her body hits the ground she had enough of It
now she is gone d you really think that its over
because she's the dead one?
I find it kind of funny
that you think that its over
its a soldier that she needed
and I failed her, but I will fight on
even when she's gone
for the kids who don't have one
my soared is my song as this winds to an end I will never back down even when theirs no sight of an end I mad a promise to fight and I will fight till my end
I just want you to know
their is someone who cares
and if you need
I will forever be their
till the vary end
you don't have to be scared
you dont have to be scared
just take a deep breath, close your eyes
I cant tell you it'll get better
but for now I'll be your reason why
and if I ask can you do me just one thing?
just don't give up, after losing her I've had enough
I know I seem tuff
but I cant take it if you go
if I could I would put us in hand cuffs
to let you know that if you jump were both going down
down,.....down
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
Pray to a god
Pray for mercy
Pray like a *****
Whos life Im ending
Nothing can save you
From the very monster
Your hatred created
Your rage fed
Just pray for whatever
In the end
Your life is within myy hands
Your heart somewhere off in the distance
In the hands of a girl
Who may have not love you anymore
Pray to whoever
Pray to be heard
Pray for a savior
Pray like a *****
Because your life is over
Pistol to your temple
Hands shaking
As the whiskey goes down
Wrist bleeding
Might as well say a prayer
No god as your shephard
No love at your funeral
No tears when you die
Just another day
That everybody will forget
Look up and meet my face
Look up into these eyes
Do they look familiar?
Because its a reflection of yourself
Going crazy from it all
Pray now
Pray for whatever
Pray not to die
Pray you son of a *****
Pray for the last time
Nothing can save you
So pick up the phone
Make your last call
Call that girl
Who you gave your heart to
Maybe her voice
Will calm your demons
Silence the voices
Echoing in your head
That you want to scatter all over the walls
Do you really think
That she loves you
She wont even pick up the phone
She doesnt want to talk
To your pathetic ***
Listen to me
Im you
Face to face
No hallucination
Just a reflection
Im everything you are
Im alive
Yet Im dead
Im whatever I wish
So come on and pray
No one will hear it
No one will answer
Just make the attempt
Or pull the trigger
Because your wasting my time
Pray to her
Pray for her
Pray to be loved
Pray just pray
Like a *****
Come on together
We can pull the trigger
End each other
Yet we are one
So take another shot
This could be
What saves us
This bullet
These open wrist
That appear to never to run dry
She broke your heart once
So you kept breaking it
And you know
Just as well as I
You dont deserve anything
This moment
Is your last
So say a prayer
And pray for your right
To deserve anything other than death
Dont bother praying
I'll pull the triger for us
So I can rest in peace
And never see your
Weak and pathetic face ever again
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 7:27 PM UTC
Why does death elude me
does it no longer hunt me like a lion to it's pray
the sweet sleep is so far away, outside of grasp.
The overwhelming feeling f reponsability impedes my plan
and my mind feverishly attempts to find a way to disolve the promise
and responsabilities owed.
To decide the way to face death is another decision
should it be peacful and fade into a quiet slumber
should it be quick and one painful
I find myself lacking the courage to take that final step, to pull that triger or take that extra pill
I ate my life and the constant strugle
I hurt everyone I know and can't keep the one's I love
I lose them to death and to my inabiltiy to look outside my of me
There is nothing to ook foreward to nothing that will change my life for the better
So I continue with my prayers to be taken from this turmoil and grief to stop hurting others in my life with one last pain and loss, the loss of me
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
Today I met a gun,
That left my head in spin,
Beautiful,dangerous,her description yet done,
Loaded in such egghead,her write that left me stun,
Scribbled rapports,was more than what ensued,
Potentials I've seen but in few,
Hoping to learn more, she's more than just a girl,
Today I met a gun.
Although up I knew was loaded,
Triger ready for pull,
Little poke in her grey matter,
Watch your amazement helter skelter,
Wait till you meet her,then you'll meet another brand,
Beware of the ******* layed,
Or is she a trap?
Today I met a gun.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
The gun shook in his hand,
Finger brushing the trigger ever so lightly.
The barrel felt cool against his temple.
It was strange, considering that soon,
A white-hot piece of metal
Would bore into his skull,
And explore the expanse of his brain.
He wondered, what would the bullet see,
Before it's explosive exit
Through his other temple?
Would see the faces of everyone he loved,
Who didn't love him back?
Would it see the shame, dissapointment
In his father's eyes?
Would it see the pain of losing a friend,
Due to no one's fault besides his own?
Would it feel the frozen blackness
Of complete Isolation?
Would it finally be the one
To understand the wretched feeling
Of loathing his own existence?
These thoughts ran through his mind,
Pioneering a path for the bullet.
The gun weighed a thousand pounds.
With his last ounce of strength,
He pulled the triger, and freed himself.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Bring it up.
Speed it down.
Blood, blood is
All i want to see.
Lift the gun.
Feel the triger.
Scream, scream is
All i want to hear.
Climb the chair.
Ready the knot.
Misery, misery is
All i want to ****
See the edge.
Forward to empty.
Sleep, sleep is
All I really fear.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC