Bloody knuckles to match a bleeding heart,
Pouring wrists to match the leaky eyes.
Collapsed in the corner knowing this isn't even the worst part,
Knowing that it's all just nothing but lies, you know it too look into my eyes,
Swallow six valium and chase them with Jack,
Smoke another cigarette, Damn that's the third pack.
Stare at the wall until thing start to make sense, the sun goes down and still everything is dense.
I think it's time to die, I think the end is near. I think that once it's done everything will become clear.
....
He's got slit wrists and a dead stopped heart,
He's just smoked the last of his roomates cigars,
He counts out pills waiting for a call he knows will never come,
Hed give anything for it just to be done and he knows there's no where left for him to run.
So he steals his friends gun and traded his meds for bullets,
He knows that it's wrong, he knows he shouldnt,
But he loads it anyways and he sits and he cries,
Knowing what no one else does, that this is the night that he dies.
He walked the streets with a smile,
And he held his girl tight, he made everyone believe that he was finally alright,
He told her that he loves her and said goodbye,
He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes,
Then he kissed her for the very last time,
She looked at him and smiles because she didn't understand,
That this would be the last day he ever held her hand,
Later he drys off his tears and sent her this text.
"Baby, I love you, for now and forever,
But please understand that this is for the better,
I know you'll forget, I know you'll be alright,
I really do love you...but it ends tonight."
He holds the gun to his head and gives the trigger a squeeze,
Savoring his last millisecond of sweet release,
Not Knowing of his girl with the pouring wrists in her room,
The place hed unknowingly just made her tomb,
She cuts herself deeper and her vision turns black,
She smiles, Knowing that this time neither of them will be coming back.
.......
People say that hope is what keeps you alive.
People say that hope is the key to one being able to survive.
People say things and people lie.
I know this because all hope does truly is make you want to die.
It builds inside of you and fills you with splendor,
Only to break you down once its ripped out from under.
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