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Self Motivation To Not Commit Suicide(I guess)
Walk around with your crown
your crown of thorns
Wear this crown over your horns
The thorns are growing, sinking deeper into your skin
Your head is bloody, the blood is thin
Wear your necklace of led
It weighs you down, it brings down your head
Tighten your shackles on your arms and legs
Drag them around and wish you were dead
Keep crying, cry those salty tears
Those tears filled with lies and fears
Cry those tears for all the years that you regret
Cry for all those people you wish you never met
Don't fret, because the end is near
You'll get through this for a just a few more years
your crown of thorns
Wear this crown over your horns
The thorns are growing, sinking deeper into your skin
Your head is bloody, the blood is thin
Wear your necklace of led
It weighs you down, it brings down your head
Tighten your shackles on your arms and legs
Drag them around and wish you were dead
Keep crying, cry those salty tears
Those tears filled with lies and fears
Cry those tears for all the years that you regret
Cry for all those people you wish you never met
Don't fret, because the end is near
You'll get through this for a just a few more years
Published 13th Nov 2011
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14th Nov 2011 00:31am
great poem Maria. It captures the emotions with painful honesty. Sometimes in life all we can do is endure. One day the pain will end. And not necessarily with death. Things can change when we least expect them too.
14th Nov 2011 3:25am
Those are some good points; only for people in that state of mind. To me love is the slowest from of suicide. Atleast everything I've had. They take on piece of you at a time. Soon they have consumed you and theirs nothing left. You learn to cut to release the pain or even worse. I tried it. It left me in a coma for 2 weeks and a fuct mind. Something inside me died. So with saying that. No gun nor knife is needed, just a person who takes everything and gives nothing back. Love the poem maybe one day I wil just to as you say.
