anti-suicide
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To those ready to leave, your coats are being washed
It seems something's spilled on them and now you have to stay
At least until I'm finished saying what I need to say
How ironic is it
That the birth and the death
Of someone is heralded in by a
Cry?
A cry to free the lungs,
A cry to pierce the heart,
A cry to signal life,
A cry to signal death.
Alone I sit in the dark,
Cold, broken, torn apart.
Shackled to a wall of fears,
Tied down by my own tears.
My voice stuck deep in my throat,
I reach to grasps the words that choke,
Trying to cleanse the mind.
Washing the blood off your hands.
Attemping to forget what you said.
Right before they commited suicide.
You knowwhat you siad!
You called him stupid and dumb,
we heave our last goodbye off chapped lips and this is played off as glamorous by our maintream media.
The sky was vivid blue,
Practically too perfect to stare at,
And the leaves had darkened to an emerald green.
I sit here
painfully, painstakingly
watching minutes fly past,
too fast,
but still too slow
when I know you are on
the other end of the line
dying. I'm trying
to get through. Now
Well forgive me for loving you
What else was I suppose to do
Sit there and watch you go
In and out with the oceans flow
It was like a death bed just watching you
See your soul go sinking through
Here is my response to the suicide letter I wrote 15 years ago: Breathe. Your pain will not remain unnoticed. Flush the pills. Dump the vodka. Throw away the razors.
I'm the orginial..
Supposed to be the only.
The proceding two are only burned images, carbon copies..learned defenses. Created without my permission.
But I was here first and she forgot about me..
Sometimes Late at night
I think about you on my train ride home
A long night at work
Leaning over the bar
Just to get more money
Men are all the same, really
But not you
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The moonlight filters through the darkening trees
Within, a small girl on bended knee
Sobbing to the heavens for what has been taken
And mourning the loss of all forsaken
I know that you won’t understand. I don’t think anyone will and that’s okay. I just have to release these thoughts from my mind. I am pretty. That’s what I should believe, right? Well, I don’t. People tell me that I’m not hefty, I’m not big.
Just another divorce
Just another teenage pregnancy
Just another death
Just another drop-out
Just another homocide
Suicide
Aborticide
Massacre
Just another war
I lay still
Still I lay
While they look down at me
I am dressed in satin.
With my hair just so
And a rose within my grasp
Their eyes do cry
They cry from their eyes
I see the serene water gently drifting by,
As the sun shines bright where I lie,
Peace is around all around where I see,
Yet there is a problem lingering with me,
My heart feels frantic and tries to escape,
