Suicide note turned to prayer

Losing friends is ugly....the life that comes after is worse.

Lose weight

don't eat anything and sleep all day

hopefully your body will deteriorate

In the morning you will be a corpse

skin and bones for them to own

If I worry about tomorrow

you take care of today

 

I probably know all the kids in black

I'm treading over skeletons

Mornings cause me to listens to static

listening for your voice

peeling blisters from last night

 

You were chivalry at its best

manners grow old give it a rest

You offered me your sweatshirt

when I was cold

tell me that this won't hurt

when I grow old

 

Taken by trees

you and me

so void of hope

the wind will carry me off

flailing like a candy wrapper in the breeze

my body so void of love

pardon me for dozing off

dreams are overwhelming me

 

A seamless swing

brings floating dreams

staring contest

with the sunset

figured that's what you left

left me for

 

I love the taste of metal

if only it was real

and not just my hand pretending

we're all just pretending

 

Drug induced comatose

what you really wanted most

These blistered feet won't mean a thing

when God himself grants me my wings

Author's Note

This may seem a little incohesive, but only because bits and parts were taken from random scibbles in my notebook. All in all they were meant to stand next to each other in this final piece, I just didn't know it yet.