I wish there was another way to express my pain.
However, there is no other way.
For the path has been chosen, like the current of a river may flow.
Time seems to move by slow.
When you have no one to go to.
Or a lover a to turn too.
Somethings seem to move away.
Wishing you happy tiding as they leave you behind.
To make friends, and too have them go away in front of your eyes.
To the end of time, it will never heal.
However, one can only move on from hurt, to peace
Though some may fall...
Into the jaws, that are vice like.
The depression that continues to eat you away.
The hole that it eats inside is a void.
The void that will not be filled by normal means.
If only God could take it away.
I would've wanted to stay.
They took everything away from me...
Does it make it right for me to do the same.
As we hold the swords to each other's throat.
What will happen now, is all about fate.
The fate if we have enough courage to end our blood lines?
To end, which we have built?
Although mine is little, and his large.
Would anyone miss us, would've anyone loved me?
I want to stay, and go back to where it all began.
From my childhood without him.
From when I was growing up, dump on everyone else.
The betrayal, the lies, the hate, and the pain.
Is it all the right qualities ties to have justifiably reasoning slaying your maker.
We both have the same skin, hair, and eyes.
We both hate the same people we should love.
In the end it was like look in mirror.
Only during when I pulled my hand back.
Did I realize that it was only me.
That MY blood was flowing, not his.
Soon it would only be me in the twin graves I wanted to dig for my moral, and the body.
In the end they both can rest in peace, together forever.
My ultimate revenge...
I would've never let the curse continue to grow.
In the end... it only took a fatal blow.
But... I wanted to stay... I wanted to stay, and now I die with regret.
My arms wet with blood, my eyes frozen as if staring into a gun.
I wanted to stay, and try to live.
Being a ghost is no way to live.
Being a pariah is no life.
In the end... to die is granting peace of mind.
moral of the poem:
Is right to hate yourself like you do the person causing it, and that suicide is a stupid, but justifiable thing. Can you blame someone who hated their lives, being treated as ghosts, and mis-used by so called friends, and parents dumping them onto other relatives, and with no one to take care of them properly.
However, there is no other way.
For the path has been chosen, like the current of a river may flow.
Time seems to move by slow.
When you have no one to go to.
Or a lover a to turn too.
Somethings seem to move away.
Wishing you happy tiding as they leave you behind.
To make friends, and too have them go away in front of your eyes.
To the end of time, it will never heal.
However, one can only move on from hurt, to peace
Though some may fall...
Into the jaws, that are vice like.
The depression that continues to eat you away.
The hole that it eats inside is a void.
The void that will not be filled by normal means.
If only God could take it away.
I would've wanted to stay.
They took everything away from me...
Does it make it right for me to do the same.
As we hold the swords to each other's throat.
What will happen now, is all about fate.
The fate if we have enough courage to end our blood lines?
To end, which we have built?
Although mine is little, and his large.
Would anyone miss us, would've anyone loved me?
I want to stay, and go back to where it all began.
From my childhood without him.
From when I was growing up, dump on everyone else.
The betrayal, the lies, the hate, and the pain.
Is it all the right qualities ties to have justifiably reasoning slaying your maker.
We both have the same skin, hair, and eyes.
We both hate the same people we should love.
In the end it was like look in mirror.
Only during when I pulled my hand back.
Did I realize that it was only me.
That MY blood was flowing, not his.
Soon it would only be me in the twin graves I wanted to dig for my moral, and the body.
In the end they both can rest in peace, together forever.
My ultimate revenge...
I would've never let the curse continue to grow.
In the end... it only took a fatal blow.
But... I wanted to stay... I wanted to stay, and now I die with regret.
My arms wet with blood, my eyes frozen as if staring into a gun.
I wanted to stay, and try to live.
Being a ghost is no way to live.
Being a pariah is no life.
In the end... to die is granting peace of mind.
moral of the poem:
Is right to hate yourself like you do the person causing it, and that suicide is a stupid, but justifiable thing. Can you blame someone who hated their lives, being treated as ghosts, and mis-used by so called friends, and parents dumping them onto other relatives, and with no one to take care of them properly.
