Your Point?
So what if I cut?
It's not like you really noticed.
The scars tell a sweet story, involving none
other than you.
And your stupid rules,
your annoying, whining voice,
the way you try to kill me with your words, and your thoughts.
Now, what kind of mother is that?
I've written a few notes.
Suicide notes. Of course, you've never read them.
I never left them for you to read.
I never let you into my make believe world,
of eternal death. Where I'm not mourned.
By anyone. I am laughed at, rejoiced by
my death. Suicide. Permanent.
weak.
Not me. I'm brave enough to pull a
needle across my wrist. Soon, pull the trigger, bullet in brain.
Not my heart. There are too many empty
holes as is.
Leave the shallow, narrow-minded, hypocritical racist jerks
on this stupid jacked-up planet, this shit-faced
world filled with lies and full of
unimportant things. BS.
Full of hate and not enough love
as we seemed to be perfect models for.
Before I took my own life.
*9/21/09
It's not like you really noticed.
The scars tell a sweet story, involving none
other than you.
And your stupid rules,
your annoying, whining voice,
the way you try to kill me with your words, and your thoughts.
Now, what kind of mother is that?
I've written a few notes.
Suicide notes. Of course, you've never read them.
I never left them for you to read.
I never let you into my make believe world,
of eternal death. Where I'm not mourned.
By anyone. I am laughed at, rejoiced by
my death. Suicide. Permanent.
weak.
Not me. I'm brave enough to pull a
needle across my wrist. Soon, pull the trigger, bullet in brain.
Not my heart. There are too many empty
holes as is.
Leave the shallow, narrow-minded, hypocritical racist jerks
on this stupid jacked-up planet, this shit-faced
world filled with lies and full of
unimportant things. BS.
Full of hate and not enough love
as we seemed to be perfect models for.
Before I took my own life.
*9/21/09