My sanity, no longer here. The dreams, the years, the tears, the marks, bruises, cuts, screams, and soft cries all haunt me now with their twisted lies. I cling to the oldest memories of her long-lost, long-gone love. There's no longer reason for me to hold on, I've lost my hope, yet I still treasure those few memories I still have.
Wishing I should've died
Knowing its already happened inside
My only regrets would be saying goodbye to my dearest ones.
Only they have known of this great pain I've gone through.
They've stopped me from leaving this earth and finally flying before, but they won't be there for me forever.
When I soar, the only weight I wish to carry are the soft memories of my beloved friends.
Maybe one day everyone will finally see the frown behind the mask.
The scars behind the sleeves.
Because to most, I'm a joyous person. I never want to see someone crying in front of me.
To me it displeases,
Sadness, hatred, and loneliness All Diseases.
Killing inside until you're empty and hollow of happiness.
Living a pain like this ends a person's reason to live, because they've already died inside. They, we, and I have seen the truth of our lives, and to me, death seems sound. It seems safe. It seems like it could be my last or only option.
The rope keeps falling from my shaking hands and I hesitate once again.
The blade slips through new skin once again as I lay with a pill bottle crying for it all to go away.
I still wake up the next day.
Memories, thoughts, cloud my head as I put on the mask worn by millions.
I can't take this anymore.
