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Death Pt.3
Lately Death Been On My Mind Heavily...
Wishing There Was A Gun Or Knife Next To Me...
Everyone Calling And Texting Me..
Telling Me Everything Is Going To Be Okay...
But That Is Easy For Them To Say...
They Aren't In My Shoes They Don't Live My Life..
They Don't Have The Urge To Pick Up The Knife..
And Put An End To Everything...
No Longer Giving A Shit About Anything..
Asking Question After Question...
Giving Suggestion After Suggestion..
Telling Me Everything Will Turn Out For The Best...
But Yet I Still Have The Urge To Put The Knife Through My Chest...
Put The Bullet Through My Head...
Put The Gun To My Mouth So I Could Taste The Lead...
Just Knowing I'd Be Better Off Dead...
Everyone Saying They'd Be Hurt If I Was No Longer Around...
They Be Devastated If They Had To Put Me In The Ground...
But I'm Hurt And Devastated Now So What Should I Do..
No One Knows Cause They Aren't Going Through What I'm Going Through..
Only If They Actually Knew..
Then Maybe I'd Understand But They Don't So I Don't Understand..
Should Have Never Second Guessed What I Originally Had Planned..
Cause Now Everyone Knows And Keeping A Close Eye...
Should Have Just Drove Far Away To Die..
No One Would've Known Till It Was Too Late...
Till My Body Was Ice Cold And I Was Already At Heaven's Gate..
Now It's Out In The Open..
So Now All I Can Do Is Keep Hoping..
That One Day My Eyes Close And Never Again Reopen..
Some People May Think I'm Joking..
But I'm More Serious Than H.I.V...
People Just Need To Let Me Continue With My Plan And Let Me Be..
But No They Are More Worried About How They Would Feel In The End..
I Get It You Will Lose A Son, Brother, Boyfriend, Friend...
But You All Say You Are Happy As Long As I Am..
Then Damn...
Let Us All Be Happy Then...
Let Me Put My Life To An End....
Wishing There Was A Gun Or Knife Next To Me...
Everyone Calling And Texting Me..
Telling Me Everything Is Going To Be Okay...
But That Is Easy For Them To Say...
They Aren't In My Shoes They Don't Live My Life..
They Don't Have The Urge To Pick Up The Knife..
And Put An End To Everything...
No Longer Giving A Shit About Anything..
Asking Question After Question...
Giving Suggestion After Suggestion..
Telling Me Everything Will Turn Out For The Best...
But Yet I Still Have The Urge To Put The Knife Through My Chest...
Put The Bullet Through My Head...
Put The Gun To My Mouth So I Could Taste The Lead...
Just Knowing I'd Be Better Off Dead...
Everyone Saying They'd Be Hurt If I Was No Longer Around...
They Be Devastated If They Had To Put Me In The Ground...
But I'm Hurt And Devastated Now So What Should I Do..
No One Knows Cause They Aren't Going Through What I'm Going Through..
Only If They Actually Knew..
Then Maybe I'd Understand But They Don't So I Don't Understand..
Should Have Never Second Guessed What I Originally Had Planned..
Cause Now Everyone Knows And Keeping A Close Eye...
Should Have Just Drove Far Away To Die..
No One Would've Known Till It Was Too Late...
Till My Body Was Ice Cold And I Was Already At Heaven's Gate..
Now It's Out In The Open..
So Now All I Can Do Is Keep Hoping..
That One Day My Eyes Close And Never Again Reopen..
Some People May Think I'm Joking..
But I'm More Serious Than H.I.V...
People Just Need To Let Me Continue With My Plan And Let Me Be..
But No They Are More Worried About How They Would Feel In The End..
I Get It You Will Lose A Son, Brother, Boyfriend, Friend...
But You All Say You Are Happy As Long As I Am..
Then Damn...
Let Us All Be Happy Then...
Let Me Put My Life To An End....
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