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Erin Johnson Nov 2018
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Leave me alone,
Or I'll **** you!

I'll grab a knife,
Slice your throat,
And stab you in the back like you did to me
I apologize if this doesn't actually rhyme.
Erin Johnson Nov 2018
Some slash their wrists,
Ingest a bottle of pills,
Jump off a high-rise building,
Hang themselves or
Blow their brains off.
And In that moment while they're bleeding to death,
Closing their eyes for the last time,
Hanging lose in the air,
About to let their weight drop,
And let that,
Bullet pierce through their skull.
Are moments they feel the most alive.
Maybe suicide is meant for that
So very "special moment"
To feel alive,
Just once before,
You cease to exist.
Erin Johnson Nov 2018
Can't run from it
Always a step behind
The worst is I'm trapped
In my own mind

The end is near
I can't keep trying
Stop asking if I'm okay
I'm tired of lying

My fake smile is getting heavy
Eyes can't hold back
My mind has won
Tired of living in the Black

Going to the motions
It's almost time to quit
Most fear death
But others pray for it
I guess I'm one of those who pray
Erin Johnson Nov 2018
I wrap myself in a blanket,
And pretend it's your arms.
Because maybe if you were here,
Things wouldn't be so hard.

I rest my head on my pillow,
And pretend it's your chest.
Because maybe if you were here,
My heart would ache less.

I close my eyes and sigh,
And pretend these miles don't exist.
Because they overwhelm me,
Completely,
All I want is to feel your kiss.
Erin Johnson Nov 2018
I don't know why I'm so stupid..
I don't know why I'm so sad..
I  don't know why I'm alive..
I don't know anything..
I don't know..
Erin Johnson Oct 2018
I'm scared of all those voices
Inside my head
They scream to hell
They could bring me to death
I can't let them win
But I'm just so tired
Tired of this life
So tired to flight
I just wanna let go
Close my eyes
Take a deep breath
And sink into unconsciousness
After all
Wasn't I born to die?
Erin Johnson Oct 2018
If you haven't noticed
The scars on my hips
Or the fake smile on my lips
Or the force laugh I've adopted
Or the way I don't care
About the things I used to love
Then don't you dare
Stand at my grave and cry

My question is..
How can you cry
For someone you don't even know?
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