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Death
Tree's whistle every time I walk by them,
they're probobally mocking me.
Watching me sob thinking flawlessly,
about how flawless you were to me.
You were my therapy,
there for me frequently,
making me see things equally,
on both sides of the fence.
The grass was much greener on the side you were on.
I side with the side of me that thinks endlessly
about ending it,
hoping one day my courage boils until it overflows,
and my emotions implode and I end it.
I send it from my side of hell to the other,
and watch the demons decipher my very words I whispered to you that night.
I tell stories of love, and laughter,
and after I talk about my half that was her,
she made up everything good about me,
I was everything bad.
She was the happiness,
I was everything sad.
She was glad to leave me,
I was mad.
I was a tad angry at the fact that after all we'd been though,
she'd leave me just like that.
I sliced my skin and watched the blood drain out,
relieving my bottled in pain and self doubt,
scars are the proof of my mind locked behind bars,
and my head screaming but no words come out.
I'm completely flooded, drowning but to my account,
this is the happiest I've ever been.
Wishing for death to swallow me whole,
my goal is to watch you drift away,
while I swiftly destroy myself every day.
Waiting, craving, welcoming death's warm embrace,
I get love from death, that you never gave me.
I've found someone else.
Someone who cares.
Someone who will put me out of my misery.
Death will cuddle me when I'm scared,
death will accept my broken history.
I can be myself, a token of the mystery of how to be happy,
when you accept death for what it is,
when you actually welcome it,
it has to be the best feeling ever.
Death come swiftly,
slip me into your eternal being,
take away the pain that I keep feeling,
clean up the mess that I keep being,
Death, you're always welcome here.
Death, your breath on my neck is always near.
Your warm hands carressing my heart is enough to stop it.
Your bright smile blocks my pain,
death come again,
life was a game I could never win,
defeated by love,
left waiting for something above what I became.
I sure found it.
Death come swiftly.
they're probobally mocking me.
Watching me sob thinking flawlessly,
about how flawless you were to me.
You were my therapy,
there for me frequently,
making me see things equally,
on both sides of the fence.
The grass was much greener on the side you were on.
I side with the side of me that thinks endlessly
about ending it,
hoping one day my courage boils until it overflows,
and my emotions implode and I end it.
I send it from my side of hell to the other,
and watch the demons decipher my very words I whispered to you that night.
I tell stories of love, and laughter,
and after I talk about my half that was her,
she made up everything good about me,
I was everything bad.
She was the happiness,
I was everything sad.
She was glad to leave me,
I was mad.
I was a tad angry at the fact that after all we'd been though,
she'd leave me just like that.
I sliced my skin and watched the blood drain out,
relieving my bottled in pain and self doubt,
scars are the proof of my mind locked behind bars,
and my head screaming but no words come out.
I'm completely flooded, drowning but to my account,
this is the happiest I've ever been.
Wishing for death to swallow me whole,
my goal is to watch you drift away,
while I swiftly destroy myself every day.
Waiting, craving, welcoming death's warm embrace,
I get love from death, that you never gave me.
I've found someone else.
Someone who cares.
Someone who will put me out of my misery.
Death will cuddle me when I'm scared,
death will accept my broken history.
I can be myself, a token of the mystery of how to be happy,
when you accept death for what it is,
when you actually welcome it,
it has to be the best feeling ever.
Death come swiftly,
slip me into your eternal being,
take away the pain that I keep feeling,
clean up the mess that I keep being,
Death, you're always welcome here.
Death, your breath on my neck is always near.
Your warm hands carressing my heart is enough to stop it.
Your bright smile blocks my pain,
death come again,
life was a game I could never win,
defeated by love,
left waiting for something above what I became.
I sure found it.
Death come swiftly.
Published 15th Sep 2014
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