Dark Skies
Silent requiem,Of gray stricken teal,
Deadly bondage,
Of silver steel,
Beautifully spoken words,
Of many lies,
Innocently mistaken outlook,
On many tries,
Broken pieces lay,
Of a fragile soul,
Drained of all emotion,
Eyes resemble coal,
Sick little suicide,
Oh why did you do it?
Dark little suicide,
Why did you do it?
Razor-thin kisses,
Over trembling skin,
Reoccurring symphony,
Of secrets held within,
Cry out, "No one cares!"
I do! I do!
But you were never listening,
So you never knew,
Foreshadowing requiem,
On a forsaken night,
Weary soul fallen,
After a deadly plight,
Struggle to awake,
Please don't let it be so!
You enchant me with a kiss,
And whisper, "It is time to go.."
Scarlet
Sharp silver ecstasy,Little pink tattoos,
Cherry red wonderland,
Sparkling gray infuse,
Enchanted storybook tales,
Beautifully flowing creek,
Of Scarlet! Of Scarlet!
Lest you be swayed to sleep,
Curiously gazing stare,
Upon the enlightening incision,
Naive little smile,
Another Scarlet decision,
Ignorant minds flourish,
Soar upon a star,
Twinkle, Twinkle; Scarlet flows,
A routine so bizarre,
Play a Scarlet melody,
No don't get addicted!
Broken nails claw,
At a death that was predicted,
Scarlet's in control!
The little puppets dance,
Cherry red wonderland,
Is under a sinful trance,
Now my little ones; off to sleep,
Lest my storybook be read,
For the last time that book was opened,
Their twisted fates were dead.
The Real Story
We bury deep inside,What in our hearts reside,
The secret that has not been told,
Our true intentions will unfold,
Slowly deteriorating, you’re unaware,
Not saying that you never care,
But there comes a point, we need assistance,
On your part a bit of persistence,
We all claim that we’re all right,
We hide from you our inner fight,
Happiness and a smile, is all we display,
But the real truth will have you in dismay,
We hang from a string; so fragile and thin,
Suicide creeping closer within,
We struggle and fight, everyday,
Cuts, scars and bruises is what we pay,
Banging our heads; pulling our hair,
Trying to release the pain up there,
But it won’t disperse, no matter what,
With a tainted razorblade we deepen our cut,
Debating between what to do,
More confused than you ever knew,
Should we die? Should we not?
On this subject we’re distraught,
Alone we stand, Alone we feel,
That death is the best option to heal,
We haven’t a friend to tell us no,
Or brighten a path that never shone,
While we lie, we secretly speak,
With lips trembling and a voice so weak,
But to you we’re not worth the time,
Shrug it off and say we’re fine,
Is fine to you a suicidal girl?
Ready to up and leave this world?
Razorblade in hand; deeply carving,
Suicides lust for death is starving,
See only half the story; label us insane,
Fail to notice our life in vain,
Then act surprised when you get the news,
That to suicide another soul did lose.
Just One More Day
A friend: Hey, how are you?You: Just… fine =) … you?
A friend: Great! How was your night?
You: Boring as always xD
A friend: Cool, mine too. Hey, g2g, cya!
You: Bye!
Another chance came,
To tell him the truth,
That last night, like the nights before,
Wasn’t ‘boring as always’,
There was blood and knives,
And a struggle for life,
Suicides’ sweet temptations,
Almost had you once again,
It’s funny how,
He never really asks,
He never really notices,
He never really wants to know,
At first you thought of ways to tell him,
But soon gave up,
“Why should I tell him? He’s not really going to care,
I mean what does it have to do with him?”
So you kept it to yourself—
And it got worse,
Each night the fighting grew more intense,
Every night the stakes were higher,
But you pleaded with yourself,
“Just one more day… just one...”
So you waited,
… and waited,
“It’ll be tomorrow… tomorrow…”
You tried to believe tomorrow would be better,
But it wasn’t,
It just got worse,
It’s funny how you could be so happy in front of family and friends,
It’s funny how you only lied—
When all you wanted was to tell the truth,
It’s funny how you never got to talk about it,
Maybe you thought they wouldn’t care?
Or maybe they’d take it the wrong way?
Regardless, you’re never heard out YOUR WAY,
And even when they offered to talk, you know they didn’t mean it,
How did you know? Well…
Because true friends wouldn’t take a “I’m fine” as an answer,
True friends wouldn’t be satisfied with a “No”,
They’d keep at it—
Even if it means a broken friendship,
Every night you fantasize of telling someone,
Letting them know how you feel,
It makes you feel better for a bit,
But it comes back,
It always comes back…
“Just one more day… just one…”
