Empty Mind, Blooded Wrists All I wanted was perfection, all I wanted was to feel. I can't explain it well, but sometimes this world just seems so surreal. So materialistic and I feel so unloved I can't see a God, there's nothing above. And my thoughts seem to slip into blackened abyss, So I reach for the razor and slit down my wrist. I drift out of this world as my blood slowly drips. I don't feel afraid not a sound escapes these lips. But my secret remains from my family and friends. As I think continuously I have a suicide to attend. Note to readers: I am perfectly fine, this is just a very dark part of my mind in motion, I send you all my love ❤
☺ Miu ☺ Her cute blonde haircut dances wild around her head, Flying free as wild as can be; I couldn't imagine my sweet Miu any other way. Her sweet sweet smile and her green green eyes, She's as cute as a kitten, she never tells lies. And I couldn't imagine her any other way. When she talks all I want is to hear; My brave little girl she shows no fear, When she chats about monsters and queens- Sweet child I couldn't imagine her any other way. And my sweet little girl, I stroke her pretty head, Kiss her twice, tuck her in and send her to bed.
Suicide. Such a pretty face. Such a fucking waste. Why'd you have to die? Couldn't have given live just one more try.. And now you've left me here alone. You've cut me open exposed to the bone. I can't understand it and I guess I never will I just can't comprehend it couldn't you have waited until- You wrote a suicide note, a note just for me. To explain why you left me alone just to be; Alone forever I hope you can look down and see. All you've left behind you the world is now black. When the authorities told me I began to cry- My sweet sweet friend who I can never say goodbye; To because you committed suicide. Your names in all the papers - your memory alive.
LillyAnna Her nails are always dirty. And she's always trying to be skinny. Her boyfriends super flirty; But with not with her. Her hair is cute and curly. And it hurts when I hear her cries. She always wakes up early, And it hurts to see tears in her eyes. But her curves are beautiful. And she is beautiful. For she is perfection. With a curl up smile and pouty lips. But she's not happy and I see that, I want her happy, she needs to be that. So I can see that smile once more.
Emma
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