Silence is pain,
Loneliness knows my shame,
Alcohol and Exportâ is my my game.
One pill, two pill, eleven different types,
A bottle of anxiety and a bottle of Gin,
One split of the wrist straight down across,
Equals 6 different cops, 2 paramedics and a body bag... And all hope lost
As I am gone don't cry don't weep, as you hadn't said a peep to me in a mere nine weeks. Now that I've gone all you can do, is look at the sky and wave goodbye, as I am you guessed it; dead. As these thoughts in my head have made me want to be dead. Here I now am, no longer living, happy hopeful and free...
Live your lives happy and free as your burden...me... Is now happily gone..
Live as if I've never even existed in the world of the living...for child you've known I wasn't happy, for you've know I was dying yet hadn't said nothing.
Now here I lay in my casket holding hands with death, I'm happy I'm free so let go and be as happy as can be because you deserve to be..
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Deepest secrets
PoetrySo this book is basically what the title is intending. It holds some pretty deep secrets hidden in the words it's my way of escaping reality. So m'sorry if my Poems suck but take it easy on me please? If not its ok. I WROTE ALL POEMS ****TRIGGER WA...
