I live my life
I write my poems
And I truly mean what I said
At the time I wrote them
Even the poems
That is all about suicide
I did mean them when I write them
But that is the whole point of them
To get out my emotions
And drain me of them
So they don’t affect me
Anymore than they already have
A pain release is all they are
Just like people who cut
And people who drink
They have all found a way
To get rid of their emotions
Even though their way is more
Deadly than mine
They keep on and so do I
~Chrystal
Written on
November 22, 2011
Very real :)
Very real :)
Thank you!
I suppose I meant it to be that way. I just get a whim, sometimes it is only a few words, and go from there. That was how it was with this one. :D
Right now I'm having amnesia and deja vu at the same time. I think I've forgotten this before. - Steven Wright
People like you are the reason people like me exsist. Out of a song of the same title by a band called 'Say Anything'