Suicide
By TylersGurl69
Darkness encircles you and closes you within Fighting and screaming but yet you can't win. You think of the good times though there are few. Not knowing of course that i think of them too. Visions of blood, stained in my mind. Of what would become when your lifes left behind. A million raindrops flow from eyes. As thoughts race through of what the future lies. But at the same time your thoughts aren't as sad. Your remembering all the sleepless nights that you've had. No thinking of what you voice does to my heart. Not realizing that knife you hold would tear it apart. I'm just as scared as you are but not quite the same. I'm scared of a mistake that would drive me insane. You cry out to me, reaching for my hand. Claiming that happiness is not part of your plan. But a knife to the wrist isn't bliss at all. It's just making things worse, not weakening the fall. Before you end your life and mine, Reflect once more on all the good times. Imagine the people in their long balck skirts, as they lower your casket into the dirt. Look at their faces and their tear stained cheeks. Was this the eternal happiness you wanted to seek? Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 07:05 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Darkness encircles you and closes you within Fighting and screaming but yet you can't win. You think of the good times though there are few. Not knowing of course that i think of them too. Visions of blood, stained in my mind. Of what would become when your lifes left behind. A million raindrops flow from eyes. As thoughts race through of what the future lies. But at the same time your thoughts aren't as sad. Your remembering all the sleepless nights that you've had. No thinking of what you voice does to my heart. Not realizing that knife you hold would tear it apart. I'm just as scared as you are but not quite the same. I'm scared of a mistake that would drive me insane. You cry out to me, reaching for my hand. Claiming that happiness is not part of your plan. But a knife to the wrist isn't bliss at all. It's just making things worse, not weakening the fall. Before you end your life and mine, Reflect once more on all the good times. Imagine the people in their long balck skirts, as they lower your casket into the dirt. Look at their faces and their tear stained cheeks. Was this the eternal happiness you wanted to seek?..."