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She'd been his windbreaker for far too long
till the storm found familiar grooves
in her ruined wrists
And in his arrogance he never saw
the cracks in her bones and buildings-
he left her behind.
They spent their months hiding behind her strength
and his care went only as far
as 'are you alright'
She'd smile for him and show her pearly whites
covering valleys in her skin
and hope he'd see them
But she could never blame or hate him for
the way she never discovered
the right words to say
Because she never thought she'd die alone
she never planned her life like this-
giving up felt right.
So now he watches her float face down
as she leaves a message in bloody bathtub water
i can't keep you warm anymore
till the storm found familiar grooves
in her ruined wrists
And in his arrogance he never saw
the cracks in her bones and buildings-
he left her behind.
They spent their months hiding behind her strength
and his care went only as far
as 'are you alright'
She'd smile for him and show her pearly whites
covering valleys in her skin
and hope he'd see them
But she could never blame or hate him for
the way she never discovered
the right words to say
Because she never thought she'd die alone
she never planned her life like this-
giving up felt right.
So now he watches her float face down
as she leaves a message in bloody bathtub water
i can't keep you warm anymore
Literature
Quiet
One day
I woke up to the sound of breaking.
The fire was outside my window
And the smoke streamed in over my head
And the sirens, oh, the sirens
The red and the blue and the red reflected
On grey and black and grey and death.
I thought about how my heart
Had ached and my lungs had burned
And I closed my eyes.
One day
I woke up to the sound of stillness.
The needle sunk in my wrist
And the blurriness clouded my vision
And the beeping, oh, the beeping
The red and the black and the red smeared across
The white and grey and white and nothing.
I thought about how my mind
Had ran and my muscles had atrophied
And I closed my eyes.
One day
I woke
Literature
Insomnia
She felt as though
4am was a kind of peace
The harsh light of day barely prickling
At a horizon not yet ready to give up the dark
And a soul can rest
Bathed in the blue light
Of a monitor upon which
The heart could spill, showing forth to apathetic eyes
Sleep eludes her at these times
Giving away nothing
Eyes frantically wide
In a futile effort to convince herself it’s all for something
Literature
The Taste Of Sadness
What would sadness taste like?
Like the tears of a lost friend?
Like ashes as everything burns?
Like the last kiss before you left?
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I've been listening to Adam's Song all day. I never realised this song was about suicide.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MRdtX…
I never thought I'd die alone
Another six months I'll be unknown
Give all my things to all my friends
You'll never step foot in my room again
You'll close it off, board it up
Remember the time that I spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault
blink-182 - Adam's Song
Written by Mark Hoppus
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MRdtX…
I never thought I'd die alone
Another six months I'll be unknown
Give all my things to all my friends
You'll never step foot in my room again
You'll close it off, board it up
Remember the time that I spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault
blink-182 - Adam's Song
Written by Mark Hoppus
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Pretty. So so pretty. You bring words to life. Mind me asking though; it seems personal, have you ever been there? Looking forward to more of your works. 