Hanging By A Thread

I’m hanging by a thread
The rope is breaking
The time is ticking
My fingertips are slipping
And the pain I’m in, its running through my veins
You don’t listen to a word I say and
The walls are closing in
It’s tough to keep my feet on the floor
My heart is reaching and
I can’t stand it.
My thoughts are being swirled around in the washing machine,
Like a whirl pool I can’t fight
What’s left of my heart is all I have to stay strong
Each minute the pain is growing stronger and stronger
The rain and thunderstorms are like the things I’m fighting through, just to make myself last
My eyelids are shutting and
My barin’s become dizzy
The colors they swirl around in my heart
Then I’m lying there and I’m breaking away
Crumbling like a chocolate chip cookies, that
Was dunked into milk too long.
I’m slipping away at the seams and
I’ve become something I’m not

Paper Fire

Burning.

Burning a hole through my heart.

We decided where to part.

You pushed me down a wishing well.

Now i know you’re somebody else.

I can’t stand the pain.

you’re making the blood drip down my veins.

I shut my eyes in hopes of a new surprise.

In my heart all there is are crys.

You blame me on this.

Now your all pissed.

You seem to forget.

I know I’m gonna regret.

Don’t remind me.

I don’t want to remember a thing.

You pushed me down a wishing well and I’m still falling.

You used me to make my heart beat only for your sense of enjoyment.

Now it bleeds.

Don’t mind going on your way.

Cause it was cold hearted enough for you to say .

Our chatting is done.

I’m sick of your games.

You think your so cool , but really your lame.

You could blame you, your a bunch of crap.

I’m going to be independent now.

No, I don’t need to show you how.

 

No More Hate

I’m falling down a black hole river.

I can’t seem to find my way.

I don’t know where I am going, but I guess it doesn’t matter.

I’ve been tired,but lately I can’t find the hours of father time.

My eyes, as they are dripping with bloody tears.

My heart doesn’t listen to how many stitches it already has.

My legs and arms ,as the scabs start to come back.

The words, they’ve already begun.

They have haunted me since day one.

The days they drag on me like a dugger without a joint.

With pain running through my eyes and veins, I can’t really see what seems to matter.

The things I pop into me, their strength runs straight to my bairn.

One by one their colors excite me.

Two by two their thrills start to drill me.

By the time i get to three the scissors start to snip me.

Then I start to count the lines and dashes.

Two arms and two legs with 16 lines and dashes.

One the left leg 9 lines and dashes makeup the word “die”.

So when i’m done looking at the dripping lines.

I grab the rope and to make the letter “o” with a line hanging down from the ceiling.

I step on the stool as I write my goodbye letter.

“ I love you mom and dad. I can’t take the teasing anymore. so i’m pleasing you. I’m just saying good bye. I love you…”