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Time ticks by and we watch the world turn.
Time keeps changing, makes our world burn.
Time is fickle in that it does not exist.
Time is fleeting and life is just as this.
We need to listen but our hearts are broken.
With our thoughts in tatters, and nothing spoken.
Things in life sometimes make no sense.
Things in life can cause us great expense.
Things in life are out of our control.
Things in life always try to make us whole.
Yet we do not listen to the sounds in the world.
The answers we seek will soon stretch and unfurl.
It wraps us like a blanket of distress.
It wraps us up within a moment's duress.
It wraps us tight and keeps us near.
It wraps us now and forever I fear.
Life always is full of pain and sorrow.
We grow and learn and live for tomorrow.
For if we don't then all is lost.
For if we don't we submit to cost.
For if we don't stand straight and tall,
Our world will end, sadly et al.
Gripping at the edge of what I cannot say.
Listen to the tides that crush us every day.
Time keeps changing, makes our world burn.
Time is fickle in that it does not exist.
Time is fleeting and life is just as this.
We need to listen but our hearts are broken.
With our thoughts in tatters, and nothing spoken.
Things in life sometimes make no sense.
Things in life can cause us great expense.
Things in life are out of our control.
Things in life always try to make us whole.
Yet we do not listen to the sounds in the world.
The answers we seek will soon stretch and unfurl.
It wraps us like a blanket of distress.
It wraps us up within a moment's duress.
It wraps us tight and keeps us near.
It wraps us now and forever I fear.
Life always is full of pain and sorrow.
We grow and learn and live for tomorrow.
For if we don't then all is lost.
For if we don't we submit to cost.
For if we don't stand straight and tall,
Our world will end, sadly et al.
Gripping at the edge of what I cannot say.
Listen to the tides that crush us every day.
Literature
Suicide
Mom I love you
Don't blame it on yourself
Dad forgive me
I couldn't ask for help
Sis don't hate me
For leaving you alone
Take my picture
Off the table by the phone
It never belonged there anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
I don't expect you to understand
Just why it was that I couldn't stay
I know you can't hear me
But I'm writing this for you
It is my last punk song
Telling you my life is through
It's okay to hate me
Just don't miss me when I'm gone
Cuz I don't deserve it
When I have done so much wrong
I never belonged here anyway
This happy family was broken
Long before I left it anyway
Literature
Suicide
I wish you happiness
As I point the gun at my head
As I tighten my finger over the trigger
I wish you love
As I shed my last tears
As I think my last thoughts
I wish you peace
As I feel my heart beat quicken
As I feel the chaos still around me
I wish you hope
As I see my dreams shatter
As I feel the despair of my heart
I wish you life
As I give in to my pain
As I greet death
Literature
Suicide
You called me up,
crying,
down the phone,
you said you'd taken some pills,
and didn't want, to die alone.
Is your life,
that messed up,
you had to take steps,
to make it stop?
I cried to you,
to call 999,
you said you couldn't listen,
to voices other than mine.
your voice sounded weak,
fighting for breath,
the silence was noticeable
as if i was deaf.
The streets of heaven,
are already full tonight,
full of souls,
souls of angels,
souls like yours,
souls of people,
whose life ended too soon.
Your death,
has brought nothing but pain,
upon this world.
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I wrote this for someone who was having many issues suddenly overwhelm their life. I suppose I also wrote it for myself and I didn't even realize it. Sometimes it's hard to listen to yourself and actually take the advice for what it's worth.
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