i would like impute on my writings. i know i am an amateur. so please help, i am only 17 after all this was from my last suicide attempt 12/09/13
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life