Just some things I wrote a while back, I thought il'd just share with you... They aren't poems or nothing. As some of you would have read some of my previous things like this on old forums, just some more. Just helps to get some feelings out I guess.
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Blood Blocked. Blood Clogged, Veins Bleeding, Soul Screaming, Brain Swelling, Heart pumping with fire, Eyes frozen with pure ice. My face looking purple and blue, Inside, feeling warm to you. For me, Black shadow, Frozen burnt. You can only see the outside, Feel the outside, You can never see inside, Never feel inside, So stop thinking you know, Stop trying to find something you cant.
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Holding onto nothing, Falling higher than the sky, Oxygen flown to my head, Brain frozen with blood. Outer body flaming. Can't think, brain frozen. Screaming for something, I don't know what. Take a step back. Brain melting. Outer body freezing. Silence.
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Would you rather burn or freeze? Would you rather kill yourself or be killed? Would you rather be bullied or be the bully? Would you rather kill someone or yourself? In answer to all, none. If you had to choose, which and why? Now. Would you rather fall or fly? The choice is in your hands, Make it before you have no choice!
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Veins popped. Heart bleeding. Skin strong as steel. Blood filling up inside, can not pass through steel. Steel - stone cold. Blood - Boiling hot. Brain screaming for help, YOU, laugthing. Body hanging onto any last thing, you know it's too late. You laugth, watch the body struggle. Its like watching an ancient person struggling to become first in the marrathon. Too old, too late, too tired.
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Nothing left to lose. Can't trust nobody, everyone you ever trusted, let you down. Soul sank deeper than titanic. Trying to crawl out the dump, Falling down, no way up, no way down, no way around. Only one way out. Living pain, why wouldn't i? Giving up nothing for something. I'm more scared to live, than die. To think, you actually did this to me. Did you mean to go this far? What does it matter? It's too late now. The question you ask yourself for years, Just why?
Edited by Haunted, Apr 26 2010, 11:25 AM.
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