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tapdanceoveryourheart (profile) wrote, on 8-24-2007 at 9:43am | |
here are my poems from when I was in the hospital.obviously they are fucking depressing Hospitalization So jaded Things faded Heart Hurts Cry in Spurts Slice the skin make it sting Pulled the trigger said the grave digger The Girl The girl, she meditates It's ok to hate The image she sees in the miror She breaks the glass Takes a piece Slices, a splash she feel at peace Crimson shards fall to the ground The girl she'll expire one day Never knowing that she was worth every breath Communication I speak but you do not hear Your mouth moves without a care To understand is all I seek You let me know that I'm not there I'll fly away I'll fly away One day I'll go astray You'll search and search But never find Anyone of my kind I'll slice and dice enjoy the pain I know there's nothing to gain A crimson tide, a violent red I wish it had been you instead Heaven they say you go to heaven did my uncle Kevin? he died alone in a motel room they said he overdosed on shrooms and cocain,possibly slit his wrists but that's somewhat uncertain,that's the twist. Uncle Kevin,he always looked sad Like he'd had a really bad day.He deserverd to die, but with better style I wanted a chance to say goodbye but all the while uncle Kevin cried I cried with him. I'll see him in heaven sooner, it seems. Hospitalization tick tock let it lock hear the click feel it stick one hole no soul |
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