Joint Suicide, by ~I lay bleeding on the floor where you left me~ Subscribe to rss feed for ~I lay bleeding on the floor where you left me~

Please please please tell me
There is nothing wrong with me.
To feel like I have suffered through a tormenting hell
To be with you but you just gave me an "oh well."
And I actually tried to get out, actually tried to crawl
out
Of the mess you made
With the heartfelt pardon you gave.
Scratching and clawing my way to get to the top.
I think that hit the spot.
I think I will just sit here
Consummating my fears,
Just watching the blood sprouting from my wrists;
It gives me a chilling satisfaction or bliss.
 
Now don't you look at me like I'm a stranger.
You know full well that you are in danger.
So you had better run you had better hide
Before I catch up and rip out your insides.
 
I'd do just about anything to reach you
So what do you think
About a joint suicide?
Maybe we could make it a double homicide?
 
Arsenic, poison, gun, knife, razor, cyanide, maybe an OD
On something that won't ever satisfy you or me.
There are so many ways, so how can you decide all alone.
Here you go, here's one more to call your own..
 
A manic homicide
Then a psycho suicide.
I'll kill you then I'll kill myself.
Doesn't that sound
Like a plan?
Well it sure does to me
So who cares what you think!?
 
Trying to say goodbye
to this life I've learned
on which to survive.
this world is just so cold.
I can not find a place
I wanna call my own.
wish I could run back home.
 
But I promised myself
I would not return
without bringing back
a lesson I supposedly learned.
all I have to show
for all the time ago
I chose to go
is this little way.
So here you go, I'm admitting defeat finally.
Posted: 2013-08-21 03:43:49 UTC

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