A little bit of suicide a day keeps the doctor away
A little bit of suicide a week keeps the nightmares at bay
A little bit of suicide a month keeps my friends worrying
A little bit of suicide a year keeps my heart still beating
A little bit of suicide every season keeps me filled with hate
A little bit of suicide every decade keeps society awake
A little bit of suicide every generation keeps the kids in graves
A little bit of suicide every turn of the century keeps the bright minds saved
A little bit of suicide every millennium makes the history books more interesting
A little bit of suicide every dawn of creation makes the world worth saving
A little bit of suicide every lifetime makes our lives so much more loved
There is something inside of us all
Its not anger, passion, hope, or just cause
Theres a little bit of suicide in us all
A little bit of suicide makes me who I am today...
3 comments:
a wee bit of suicide
fills you up then cleans you out
focuses the mind in a shadowy doubt
makes you wonder what life's all about
makes your very heart scream and shout out loud
but never to be heard or understood
by anyone else 'cause they ain't you
forsaken by all they couldn't care
the ones close by so unaware
in a mess and wondering why
your still alive still wish to die
with daily suicide biting hard
on your living skin the gnawing scars
the symptoms of life that eats away
slowly devouring you day by day
consuming the mind the heart the soul
using you up and taking it's toll
now left drained secluded as one
in desperate need of love and fun
but nowt to be had for the broken ones
we falter away become upturned
reality too dark to just abide
we live in fear as feelings subside
to the very depths we plummet within
so longing to live and breathe again
nullified the brutal truth
with nothing to offer to be of use
when there's nothing left to share out proud
all meanings evaporate turn to clouds
life is suicide! killing me a little each day!
Sending you lotsa love from scotland selena!
*hugs 'n kisses*
Andy
the pain the torment my husband fears
I am so sorry I love you dear
For that I hold on despite the pain
that never leaves my dark dark brain
I know never has one loved me like you
yet sometimes I wonder do you too?
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There is always a little bit more hope than the overwhelming pain...
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