your life isn't some jacket
that used to fit so well
when you live like that
your mind becomes your hell
and no angel
on your shoulder
can save you from its depth
and the demons
in your stomach
keep tying knots
to catch your neck
just stop.
there's no personal record
for you to wreck
your health is fading
eyes are closing
your heart's become a mess
and jesus
can't save you
(and neither can meth)
the only thing at the end
is a slow, personal death
you don't greet it like a friend
you fight it like a fiend
you wrote the story of your life
but it's got no theme
no meaning
(it's a bad portrayal
of yourself)
you couldn't see 'you'
clearly
you were way to busy
dealing
with the suffering
and agony
you brought upon yourself
you gathered it up and saved it
built an altar and you praised it
A religion built from grief
that you mostly fabricated
just stop.
you can't keep fighting wars
in a mind
that's been plagued with 'em
you can't keep breaking hearts
with a heart
that's not made for it
you think the story you write
is so great
but you got played for it
the truth is in your eyes:
you're dying for the game of it
it's just another lie
that you wanna stay alive
you don't care
about yourself
whether you live or die
and that's hateful
god, it's just painful
to watch you beat yourself up
to call people to save you from it
from yourself
just stop!
you don't see the people
soldiering up to fight your war
you don't see clearly
how dearly they're paying for
all the mistakes you keep
agonizing over
it's shameful!
you're selfish and prone to drama
it's disdainful!
and the one's who love you
are willing to die
just to give you another day
where you can figure it out and try
just so you can make it out alive
smiling bright on the other side, like,
"I made it!"
you ingrate, that shit was paved for you
every loss of blood was a brick they laid for you
to build
a path across the void
(the one you cling to in your mind)
just stop
and you'll come out on the other side.
Great
that was a great read. struck some cords within myself. thanks
thanks!
thank you, i was at a real low point when wrote this, so i'm glad it you felt connected to something in it. it's validating.
A Poem About Death
Interesting.
thank you very much
i'm glad you read it through