(This is spoken word only me don't have an audience)
:) love ya beautifuls
After I'm dead
1- don't cry, see I've been dead for a while now but only poets could form the words that I called the train reck in my head
2-this is not a suicide note it's simply the information you soon will push aside. Telling everyone the pretty truth.
See a smile is a lies makeup
3- gather up my things, my grave shall have my name written on it already
For my depression holds the shovel
My hands shall have crafted my stone with the migranes and
The night insomnia that ate me awake till he was full
4- my body
Limp
The blood that has once ran through my vains searching for an exit sign should've been release
After all they new that there was a fire inside.
5- buy those flowers for me
The pretty ones with yellow peddles
Because no matter how many times people commit suicide
We'll still blame them
So I might need some prettying up for the public eye
After all isn't that what we're living for.
6- call my friends you know what call my school
After all they probably NEW before it happend
7- call my family, call aunt Amy call uncle Ryan, call Collin call grandpa and grandma
8- call the barista at Starbucks that saw the cuts
Call the kids at school tell them I said
"Told ya so"
Call my therapist tell her
"Miracles don't happen"
Tell my ex girlfriend
"I wasn't kidding"
9- tell the streets I grew up on
"Me and you didn't even see it coming and when you say it out loud, I can see myself as a kid tripping on you, running from something I didn't even know was coming after me
See
This almost sounds like a instruction Manuel
As if there was a formula to take a damn loss by suicide
But wasn't suicide one of the ingredients they forgot to mention
In school when they talked about health
Notice:
Ten was forgotten
when I counted up
Hoping that's where I'd go when I'd leave
