"Fuck yourself bitch" you said
& That is the trigger
Which urges me to press the trigger
I was wrong
I thought you still have some love
Some kindness some passion
Some respect to memories
Memories used to be better
But I was wrong
You have turned my memories bitter
I'm looking at the gun barrel
Looking for the exit
Cursing the day we met in twitter
I'm staring at the shining bullets
They are cold
Comparing with your cold heart they are better
They'll take your place in my heart
Oh my heart
Already nothing remained just litter
Why the hour doesn't come? by Sweetcidal, literature
Literature
Why the hour doesn't come?
I'm less worthy than the lonely flower
Bloomed early in the winter
But buried alive in the snow
Disappointed it's sower
Water freezes in leafs, & petals cower.
O surgeon take your hand off my heart
I have no more power
I'm saying goodbye
Like the sun in my horizon.
Like desert cut hope of empty clouds
I can't exhale the pain
Out off my chest
I'm just waiting my hour.
If I committed suicide right now
& decided to disappear
Who would know or care?
I would get lost among thousands
Who commit suicide every day
Who would shed a tear?
I could be few words in the journal
In a corner beside the feuilleton
The words could not be even clear
Someone could mention me
In the internet & say
She well did by killing herself
She already was a sear
Nobody loved her or wanted her
She was always stepped aside
Or thrown away to the rear.
It is time to say enough
It is time to tighten the noose
& get rid of this disgraceful fear.
Mother earth hug me, I'm jumping by Sweetcidal, literature
Literature
Mother earth hug me, I'm jumping
Everything has reached to the top
I thing it's the time
It will be exciting to taste the drop
Wait a minute & tell me
What is my crop?
Have I gain anything
Except this eternal flop?
What would I miss?
Eating the crap sop?
Or wearing my dirty slop?
What would I miss?
Betrayal? cheating? loneliness?
All this shit must stop
& off this edge it's time
To make my final hop
Do you hear the same voice? by Sweetcidal, literature
Literature
Do you hear the same voice?
I wonder
Does anyone hear the same appeal
It says: It's time to reveal
It encourages me
To lock myself in the bath
Take a razor & sketch my path
It emboldens to take a rope
To block the veins till I dope
It heartens me to drown in bathtub
& stop looking through a tube
I'm just consuming others oxygen
This is not accepted by any religion
I'm just a wet blanket
So shooting my heart shall fix it
Go a head, it's very warm
Enjoy between your whore's arms
One day she will cheat you
Just like you have cheated
You will feel how I was beated
Don't look for my love anymore
Seek it with your whore
I removed your love off my heart
Cause you were a rotten wart
I replaced your love
With my loyal dagger
My heart is welcoming it
It's not a dodger
I will lay on my chest
& fix the dagger beneath
Letting my chest be its sheath
People call me any dirty name
I understand, only myself blame.
They always call me freak
I know because I look bleak.
They point to me:
(That woman is very bad)
who cares if I'm sad.
People call me piece of shit
& they directly to my face spit.
They call me witch, bitch, & whore
They deeply in my heart gore.
They really love seeing me gone
I will obey & use my gun
TONIGHT, the mission will be done.
*TOOOOT.. TOOOOT .. TOOOOTT*
The timer rang
telling me it's 1 am.
But I already couldn't sleep
I wore my black satin nighty
put on my make up
& loaded my gun.
I signed in skype
to say goodbye to my friend.
He doesn't know my plan
so he said:
"WOW! you dressed to kill"
"EXACTLY!" I replied.
Then I went to the bathroom
& locked myself ..
*BANG!!!!!*
*silence .. *
Yes, I feel numb
so soon I'm going to succumb.
Yes, I'm full of dirt
& this will never convert.
Yes, I love my pain
whatever I try to feign.
Yes, I can certify
my body is going to mortify.
Yes, i'm suicidal
& this is my very ideal.
"Fuck yourself bitch" you said
& That is the trigger
Which urges me to press the trigger
I was wrong
I thought you still have some love
Some kindness some passion
Some respect to memories
Memories used to be better
But I was wrong
You have turned my memories bitter
I'm looking at the gun barrel
Looking for the exit
Cursing the day we met in twitter
I'm staring at the shining bullets
They are cold
Comparing with your cold heart they are better
They'll take your place in my heart
Oh my heart
Already nothing remained just litter
Why the hour doesn't come? by Sweetcidal, literature
Literature
Why the hour doesn't come?
I'm less worthy than the lonely flower
Bloomed early in the winter
But buried alive in the snow
Disappointed it's sower
Water freezes in leafs, & petals cower.
O surgeon take your hand off my heart
I have no more power
I'm saying goodbye
Like the sun in my horizon.
Like desert cut hope of empty clouds
I can't exhale the pain
Out off my chest
I'm just waiting my hour.
If I committed suicide right now
& decided to disappear
Who would know or care?
I would get lost among thousands
Who commit suicide every day
Who would shed a tear?
I could be few words in the journal
In a corner beside the feuilleton
The words could not be even clear
Someone could mention me
In the internet & say
She well did by killing herself
She already was a sear
Nobody loved her or wanted her
She was always stepped aside
Or thrown away to the rear.
It is time to say enough
It is time to tighten the noose
& get rid of this disgraceful fear.
Mother earth hug me, I'm jumping by Sweetcidal, literature
Literature
Mother earth hug me, I'm jumping
Everything has reached to the top
I thing it's the time
It will be exciting to taste the drop
Wait a minute & tell me
What is my crop?
Have I gain anything
Except this eternal flop?
What would I miss?
Eating the crap sop?
Or wearing my dirty slop?
What would I miss?
Betrayal? cheating? loneliness?
All this shit must stop
& off this edge it's time
To make my final hop
Do you hear the same voice? by Sweetcidal, literature
Literature
Do you hear the same voice?
I wonder
Does anyone hear the same appeal
It says: It's time to reveal
It encourages me
To lock myself in the bath
Take a razor & sketch my path
It emboldens to take a rope
To block the veins till I dope
It heartens me to drown in bathtub
& stop looking through a tube
I'm just consuming others oxygen
This is not accepted by any religion
I'm just a wet blanket
So shooting my heart shall fix it
Go a head, it's very warm
Enjoy between your whore's arms
One day she will cheat you
Just like you have cheated
You will feel how I was beated
Don't look for my love anymore
Seek it with your whore
I removed your love off my heart
Cause you were a rotten wart
I replaced your love
With my loyal dagger
My heart is welcoming it
It's not a dodger
I will lay on my chest
& fix the dagger beneath
Letting my chest be its sheath
People call me any dirty name
I understand, only myself blame.
They always call me freak
I know because I look bleak.
They point to me:
(That woman is very bad)
who cares if I'm sad.
People call me piece of shit
& they directly to my face spit.
They call me witch, bitch, & whore
They deeply in my heart gore.
They really love seeing me gone
I will obey & use my gun
TONIGHT, the mission will be done.
*TOOOOT.. TOOOOT .. TOOOOTT*
The timer rang
telling me it's 1 am.
But I already couldn't sleep
I wore my black satin nighty
put on my make up
& loaded my gun.
I signed in skype
to say goodbye to my friend.
He doesn't know my plan
so he said:
"WOW! you dressed to kill"
"EXACTLY!" I replied.
Then I went to the bathroom
& locked myself ..
*BANG!!!!!*
*silence .. *
Yes, I feel numb
so soon I'm going to succumb.
Yes, I'm full of dirt
& this will never convert.
Yes, I love my pain
whatever I try to feign.
Yes, I can certify
my body is going to mortify.
Yes, i'm suicidal
& this is my very ideal.
Life is so fragile
It could be over in a second
Just one step
It would be so easy
To make that leap
Take those pills
Make that cut
Pull that trigger
Just because I don't want to be here anymore
I'm tired
Tired of being hurt
Of being used
Abused
Beaten
Cut down
yelled at
Blamed
I'm tired of living
I'm sick of making excuses
When there is no reason for me to be here
No one wants me here
No one cares
It would be so easy
To just stop living
Life is so fragile
It's too hard to live
In this world of hate
So I'm going to take my life in my own hands
End it on my terms
Life is so fragile
When you don't want to be alive anymore
I watched as he walked over a flower
Crushing the delicate petals beneath his foot
He didn't even notice
He didn't see the beauty
Only walked over it as if he didn't care
He ruined its beauty
How long before he crushes me?
Fighting to wake up every day,
Ending each day the same way,
I'm broken no power to fix what's broken,
My heart is spread wide open,
I'm darkened by a past forgotten,
A happier place in time,
Where my smile was mine,
Where I felt love,
I feel nothing just an empty shell of who I used to be,
I keep my chin held high so nobody can see,
That I'm slowly dying inside,
A senseless tragedy,
I have nothing left to give,
I try my hardest to live,
I'm losing this fight with myself,
Just thrown me on a shelf,
Forget me I'm a great person with a fucked up psyche,
I try my best to keep every happy forgetting me,
I'm on a never ending self-loathing spree,
Being reckless can be fun
Taking the extra drink
Fooling around with that guy you just met
Smoking another cigarette
Taking those drugs you were given
Being reckless just to forget the pain
Forget who you are
To feel wanted
To feel alive
To feel happy
Being reckless can be dangerous
Having one too many drinks
Ending up in bed with a random guy
Smoking your way to cancer
Having too many drugs
Being reckless is what I do
It makes me feel alive
For a couple hours I can forget the pain
Until I wake up
Reckless is my middle name
It's all fun and games
Right?
Yes I'm done I have prepared everything & won't miss this time
I'm ready it will be very fast but I'm going to wait 24 hours saying good bye to friends
Thank you friends & watchers for all support & comments
Don't forget me I love you
RULE 1. You can only say Guilty or Innocent.
RULE 2. You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!
Now, here's what you're supposed to do!
Copy and paste this into your journal, delete my answers, type in your answers and tag 20 of your friends to answer this. Then see what happens.
1. Asked someone to marry you?
Innocent
2. Kissed one of your friends?
Guilty
3. Danced on a table in a bar?
Innocent
4. Ever told a lie?
Guilty
5. Had feelings for someone whom you can't have?
Innocent
6. Ever kissed someone of the same sex?
Innocent
7. Kissed a picture?
Innocent
8. Slept in until 5 PM
Inn
you have freed yourself. whereas people think this is a tragedy, you knew that you were seeking salvation. it makes me jealous, honestly.
to people leaving such sad comments, you don't realize how happy she was to leave, to finally wake up from this nightmare we call life. death is nothing to be feared, it should be respected and cherished. it sickens me when people blindly value life just because we've been conditioned into believing the world is good. we should all look forward to the day we wake up.