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Secret PromiseWhat was I suppose to sayWhen you were holding a bladeAgainst your wrist?What was I suppose to sayWhen you were hanging a ropeAround your neck?What was I suppose to sayWhen you were having a pillDown your throat?What was I suppose to sayWhen you were telling meYou wanted to die?What am I suppose to sayWhen I begin to imagineThe possibilities?What am I suppose to sayWhen I wake up in the morningAnd you're still alive?Am I suppose to admitThat I worry and careTo this degree?I won't, I can't -It's a secret promiseI made between you and I,That I made between IAnd so, so many othersThat you won't ever fallWhat am I suppose to sayWhen I make a promiseI might not be ableTo keep?
Death Is A Reward, Not AnswerPlease, don't cry -Don't cry because I knowThe reasons why you're crying,And I'm right here telling you;They're all wrong.Please, don't hold your tears -Sadness is an emotion to releaseWhen it builds so much as it's for you,And I'm right here to express to you, now;It's okay to cry.Just, don't believe the reasonsYou're telling yourself -And please, I begPut down the pills,You don't need them.Aside from it's not your time,There isn't enough reason!How many minutes will go byAs we're both drowningIn our own tears,Screaming at each other?How many hours has it beenBefore writing this poemThat we've yelledAbout why you want to dieAnd why you should live?None the matter,Stop saying you're a loser!Stop trying to convince meThat you're useless,And just quit with the actOf saying you're a freak.Stop.Please.Just...No.You're not.A loser can be defined as oneWho accepts defeat,And let's be honest here -When have you everUntil thi
Under the SkyI'd rather layOn rain-soaked ground,Hand in hand with you,Whilst we watchElectrostatic shocksBrightly light upThe thunderous skyThan to lay on a blanket,Still by your side,Watching man-made reactionsCreate strontium red burstsIn the dark sky above
A Piece of Writing It OutWhat am I expected to sayWhen you give me that lookThat tells me you know what I'm thinking,But you don't believe -And with your stare,You beg me to say it.But admit that I love you,And admit that I care enoughTo tell you that you need to listenTo one of the very lessons you teach me?It's okay to care.About yourself.We are human,We probably won't manage,But if it meansThat you're life will beJust a bit happier -So be it.But all I'll do, is return the stareThat says what? as if I don't understand,And I'll continue playing stupidBecause that's all you see me as anyways...