Life
Let me tell you
how short life is
i lost a dear friend
only 14 years in
others make it to 100
others don't quit beat the odds
leaving at only 16
some make it to 30
only to have their life taken from them
some don't make it out of the womb
but what is life
if it is not filled with joy
what is life
without the risk
life every day like its your last
that's what he always said
hes been dead not 24 hours
Hold On
Hold On
Please
I'm not ready
not ready to see you leave
and will you watch me cry at your grave
take the blade out of your hand
through the pills in the trash
Hold On
you were supposed to get me out
out of this house
that isn't a home
out of this life
which drags on
Hold on
were almost there
hold on
let me grab some pills
to join you
hold on
let me grab my own blades
as i slowly slip away
hold on
i'm here
with you now
we are both
dead and gone
but not forgotten
hold on
Why so serious?
It's okay you can laugh
Its funny
It's traumatic
no its funny
i made a joke
are you okay?
I made a joke
so what if it was a little dark
its funny
Platonic
Thats what we say
people still think it's romantic
we take each other to dances
and buy each other flowers
but she is the closest thing,
to a sister i have
she cares
i wear her clothes as i write this poem about her
her colorful hair
he grey eyes
and bright smile,
its platonic
i promise
yet no one believes
she means the world
she will leave some day
but not unless i leave too
we are stuck together like glue
Ashes
Dark grey ash
coats the land
there is a faint
Thump
Thump
Thump
the wind blows a few ashes away
there is a heart
laying shattered
and stabbed
the knife still in it
bleeding
yet
the heart still gives
blindly and completely
the heart won't stop
it will give and give
until there is nothing left to give
until it is gone
Rosey
It starts generations ago
on my dad's side
a poor gardener
loves the roses
cares for them like her children
she gives the plants to her child
and the child gives them to their child
and on and on and on
they were given to my dad
and in turn her gave them to me
not my siblings me
the blooming of roses in them summer
a true cause for joy
and yet due to a storm
that joy is no more
the flowers are dead and gone
just like my ancestors
just like i will be
when i die
Tick Tick Tick
Look at the clock
do you hear it ticking
those seconds ticking away
your life with them
your days are number
but the number remains unknown
tick tick tick
what will you do with the time
will you mourn the wasted moments
will look and try to count the minutes
my time is shorter than yours
or it may be longer
who knows
according to statistics
i won't make it to 30
according to statistics
i shouldn't be here
writing this
yet i am
i am living on borrowed time
as are you
eventually you are forced to give that time back
whether that be
tomorrow
or today
or twenty years
what will you do with the time
waste it and watch as it slip
slip
slips through the hourglass
or use it
and live to the fullest
Friends Or Lovers
There's a lyric
it goes
"From strangers to friends
Friends into lovers
From lovers into strangers again"
Will that happen to us
we've been friends since
since we were kids
I don't want to lose
but it hurts
watching you
pretend like you don't love me
like you don't wish that you could fix
this broken mess
I've become
Lies
Lies
Liars
they mean the same
some are small
some are large
some seem innocent
but end up hurting
it's gonna get better
that's the worst lie
you're ok
no i'm not
why would you lie to me
oh you're fine
how do you know
oh yeah thats what i told you
thats what i lied about
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i'm spiraling
down
down
down
it doesn't get better
you just learn to ignore it
and pretend
you push it down
farther
and farther
Momento Mori
I am beauty
I am pain
I am death
Look there I am
Do you see
in the sailors eyes
before his head slips under
haha
i won again
oh look there i am again
in the child
who is skin and bones
i won again
Look there i am
do you see me
in the eyes of a girl
arms covered in scars
mind and heart broken
full of trauma
there is blood
pouring from her wrists
i won again
this isn't so fun anymore
look look
i'm there again
a boy
whose pain is so large
hes giving up
no no
this isn't right
i'm supposed to loose to him
like i did last week
like i did last year
no put the pills down
no no please no
stop
no
i win
i wish i could turn the knife on me
memento mori
remember me
i will be the one you see when your breath stops
memento mori
don't let me win anymore
i don't like this game
the boy with his pain
the girl with her scars
the child who had no food
the sailor who drowned
the had familys
personalitys
the girl liked to write
the child loved to sing
the boy loved the saxaphone
the sailor loved the sea