these days seem like nothing but slow suicide
but only from the inside.
...
to sit here and breathe in a
syncopated rythem
so seemingly simple
yet so hard...
...
somehow i allways knew
ever since you first took my hand
that we could never be
...
my heart yerns for the simple things in life
back when you could pretend and then be you
and play
'just like kidengarten'
...
sorry i never said goodbye
sorry i never loved you
sorry i died not knowing if you loved me
...
i see you out there in bright colors
but what you don't realize is that i see through your
...
this is the call of my heart to be
free frm the things tht trap me and keep me here...
all tht i ask is room to breathe.
...
sitting here i think im nt alone
but i wonder as i wonder
do u care?
for this i have hidden and this i will share
...
wht r u hopin to gain from forgiveness?
the stars have never changed
they only moved
but you dont remember that for u keep
...
the pain its still here
the sorrow, the hole
it's all still here
it's been sown by the word
...
i tendd to be on the more down and mellow side bt the only time i write good poems is when im rele down so if ur wonderin y everything is down and depressin thts y.)
Suicide Was Calling
these days seem like nothing but slow suicide
but only from the inside.
my heart screams
and i dropp
straight from the top.
your poems make me soo oh soo happy i can feel your emotions as you write if only we could drink gasoline and burn slowly from the insides that would be true happiness.
ohh it appears you are no longer in this realm if u can read this can you go and tell pete i am sorry and will join him asap