April 2014
(Given to me from a friend years ago but still very much in me still and always with me)
Today is the day I wipe my tears,
today is the day I end all fears.
As I grab the gun the bullet flies,
I have now committed suicide.
As tears fall from the faces of family and friends,
my soul winds and bends,
up to the heavens above
for you I will always think of.
Your the cause of all my pain
so don't complain,
Your love is what tore me apart,
I guess you really don't have a heart
Love will make you die inside
love is the slowest form of suicide,
the more you cry the more you die,
you cause my tears,
you caused my fears,
now that I'm gone,
How will you live on?
Will you understand what I feel inside?
Will you understand you caused my suicide?
You live your life in regret,
hoping you will soon forget......
Flirting w/suicide
Flirting with suicide
cutting again.
It feels so good
but I know it's bad....
It acts as a drug.
Morphine if you will....
Addictive, poisonous and bad.
Like a pill of ecstasy.
I can't feel it when I do it.
I'm always in the mood
but when I do feel it...and here's the thing.
It just feels so damn good.
Flirting with suicide.
I just can't stop myself.
Just grab a tissue...
Or maybe another cut will help.
This tissues start to run out.
I'll just use something else to cover it up.
I wipe off the blood onto something.
Even the bottom of my dirty red rug.
Flirting with suicide.
Why can't I stop?
Sick of reaching out for help.
When it never comes...
Note
As she read the note aloud
her voice clear and loud.
'This is what she wrote
her suicide note.'
There were gasps all through the air
for everyone seemed to care.
They said she was so great.
But their compliments were too late.
Her note read like this:
'Nothing in my life is bliss
and no one sees the tears I cry.
You will only care once I die.
Perfection was only a minor concern
love is what I yearn.This pain you say you know I feel
is probably not even real.
As you sit there and mope or gloat,
what you just read was my suicide note.'
No words were spoken
No silence broken
No child whined
And no one shined
They were all put down to dirt
To see how much she hurt
This was her master plan
To hurt the common man
To feel the way she did.
Today is the day I wipe my tears,
today is the day I end all fears.
As I grab the gun the bullet flies,
I have now committed suicide.
As tears fall from the faces of family and friends,
my soul winds and bends,
up to the heavens above
for you I will always think of.
Your the cause of all my pain
so don't complain,
Your love is what tore me apart,
I guess you really don't have a heart
Love will make you die inside
love is the slowest form of suicide,
the more you cry the more you die,
you cause my tears,
you caused my fears,
now that I'm gone,
How will you live on?
Will you understand what I feel inside?
Will you understand you caused my suicide?
You live your life in regret,
hoping you will soon forget......
Flirting w/suicide
Flirting with suicide
cutting again.
It feels so good
but I know it's bad....
It acts as a drug.
Morphine if you will....
Addictive, poisonous and bad.
Like a pill of ecstasy.
I can't feel it when I do it.
I'm always in the mood
but when I do feel it...and here's the thing.
It just feels so damn good.
Flirting with suicide.
I just can't stop myself.
Just grab a tissue...
Or maybe another cut will help.
This tissues start to run out.
I'll just use something else to cover it up.
I wipe off the blood onto something.
Even the bottom of my dirty red rug.
Flirting with suicide.
Why can't I stop?
Sick of reaching out for help.
When it never comes...
Note
As she read the note aloud
her voice clear and loud.
'This is what she wrote
her suicide note.'
There were gasps all through the air
for everyone seemed to care.
They said she was so great.
But their compliments were too late.
Her note read like this:
'Nothing in my life is bliss
and no one sees the tears I cry.
You will only care once I die.
Perfection was only a minor concern
love is what I yearn.This pain you say you know I feel
is probably not even real.
As you sit there and mope or gloat,
what you just read was my suicide note.'
No words were spoken
No silence broken
No child whined
And no one shined
They were all put down to dirt
To see how much she hurt
This was her master plan
To hurt the common man
To feel the way she did.
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