rope
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Invisible tears,
Blood stained wrists,
The world is painted gray,
Slowly fading day by day.
Withering emotions,
Broken hearts,
Eyes so sunken,
Lifeless from pain.
Higher and higher I climb,
With death filtering through my mind.
I no longer have hope,
Only a really strong rope.
I tie it around my neck,
And give it a quick little check.
Pressure gets at everyone
So much to get going
Wheels turn fast in the mind
More and more getting crammed in
Spinning faster and faster
Until you break
And you fall
Speaking out is scary
I stand.
I look up and see such a beautiful view,
a view of a future that a desperately long to pursue.
It seems so close, if I just reach out my hand.
I try to float to this dream, but I remain where I stand.
I feel so sick
I'm floating in the air
My feet is walking all over me
My head wants to explode
My hands are in the air
I'm drowning in despair
My soul is moving fast
Honey please, put the razor down
Please, don't tie that rope to the ceiling
We need you here
I need you here
And somewhere, your future love is waiting for you
For the misfourtuane
Of the fortunate
Is that they live
Within their shell of a life
And the foutuane
Of the misfourtunate
Is that they live
Like it will be
The last day
Of their life
If you should walk at night when
The Moon wears her charcoal mask
Hide under lamplight or you shall be
Snatched away by the Crimson Flabbergast
A wraith forged of screaming shadows
hush...be silent for the next minute or two...
relax...it wont take long
i promise all of the sadness will dissappeare soon
just be brave
and get it done.
rip off the bandaid
