Postby Capt_Barbarian » Wed Aug 17, 2005 10:15 pm
Like the depressing ones eh? Here's my only other two "good" ones
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I'm sorry this is in red,
but my heart just won't stop beating,
my wrists just won't stop bleeding,
my lungs just won't stop breathing.
I don't want you to judge me,
just see me as I am.
I love with what I'll never have,
wanting to hold, touch what will never be mine.
Just let me use this blade,
let me slice it deep.
Let me complete this suicide,
let me stop my life.
I love you with all my heart....
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Frozen tears falling,
they shatter like glass,
my breath hangs in the cold winter air.
I hear my own footsteps, crunching in the snow.
I hug my coat to myself,
not because I'm cold,
but because my chest hurts.
My heart is broken, torn in two.
Each half frozen and bleeding.
I fall to my knees and sink in the snow.
A blade, silver and sharp,
falls from my pocket.
I grap it and lunge it into my chest,
I lie in the snow and freeze.
I've released my grasp on life.
Darkness overcomes me,
my hands clutch the blade.
Crimson tears, amber eyes.
Wrists soaked with blood.
Time...stands still.
I suppose I'll throw this one in too.
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I dare not summon them,
Though so special to me.
At times I think I've shed enough,
To fill a vast dark sea.
At times they spill out on my pillow,
In the hours right before dawn.
Maybe regret or retrospect,
Times with a loved one now gone.
They are so warm and so salty,
As they make their way, down my cheeks.
Yet they comfort me when I'm sad or lonely,
Give me solace, when I'm so weak.
Should old thoughts, or new words pierce my heart,
I seek a silent refuge in haste.
And let my trail of tears,
Then start.
They are always so close to me,
Whether by night, or day.
They seem to know, exact the right time.
To wash away all my grief.
Father time can't deny or lessen,
Their intimacy as I count off the years.
These dear friends of mine, oh how sublime,
That made up, "my trail of tears."