Alone again
But what is new
It's all pretend
For me and you
My heart bleeds
My heart breaks
As it screams
And it aches
I wonder now
Who am I
And I wonder
Why I cry
Everyday for life to end
But each morning a new day begins
I cannot trust in anyone
Not even in my dearest friends
Why me why me
I scream aloud
But no one hears me
In this crowd
These thoughts I keep
Are not my own
So I keep them locked
Behind a stone
But now it starts
To chip and shatter
I cannnot stop it
Does it even matter
Soon the stone
Crumbles away
And so begins
A very bad day
A day when I
Have thoughts of harm
A day when I
Could use some charm
To clear my head
Of thoughts so cruel
But my mind
Is like a mule
Stubborn Stubborn
It will not sway
And so begins
My last day
First I think about
My life
Then I reach
For a knife
With the blade
I cut deep
And as the blood
Begins to seep
I think about
My failed exhistence
To live this long
Took such persistence
Now it runs
Almost black
So thick now
No turning back
I reach for the wall
And make my mark
As I fall to the floor
I see a quick spark
It's my life
In high speed
But to look back
There is no need
I've done nothing
With this chance
And so I've danced
My last dance
Heart slowing down
Eyes getting blurry
But I myself
Am in no hurry
This one moment
I want to last
I've finally accomplished
What I couldn't in the past
To do something right
Was all I wanted
But in this triumph
My life is severely stunted
I breathe in
One last breath
As I begin
To face my death
Ryan Pery
10/01/10
As i sit here in the dark
Contemplating past and present
Do I even have a future
I hope I do
But I can't tell
So I sit and wait
Waiting waiting
It's all a game
And I play it well
At least I think I do
How would I know
I am not God
Only God can judge me
I've said before
But does he see me anymore
All this time I've waited
Not knowing why
I'll wait no more
Hurried now
I'm in a rush
As I stand
Then I run
But to where
I cannot say
Now I'm here
But where am I
This place unfamiliar
And strangely enough
I know this tree
That stands before me
I see the rope swinging
Gentle breeze blowing
The stool beckoning
So here I stand
Rope sinched tight
Again I wait
But wait again
I will not
Kicking slightly
The stool falls
And so do I
Without a sound
Without a cry
Only a crack
As my neck breaks
Wait no more
Will I will I
For now it is
My time to die
And end this game
I play everyday
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