one:
a bullet to the
temple
has become a
metaphor for
every crying soul
begging to be
released
i wasn't even
trying to
kill myself
i was just trying
to make the voices
shut up
but how do you kill
the demon (in your head)
without killing
yourself?
two:
a handful of your
mama's sleeping pills
to lull you to
an infinite of
endless dreams
i never planned to
sleep forever
i just tried
and tried
and tried
to never wake up
three:
jumping off the ledge
of a twenty story building
i was always jumping
but in reverse,
i had never wanted to
stop my heart
i just wanted to feel
my blood rushing agin
i just wanted to
feel again.
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