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Tied noose around my neck.
I'm crying, scared as heck.
Why is thinking an ease?
Shouldn't acting be a breeze?
Wanted to jump, but I call you.
Everyone says "right thing to do."
No matter what I can't die.
Brain just won't let me try.
So many thoughts I've had before,
I can't even count anymore.
I'm tired of playing this game.
Recovery should be my aim.
I'm crying, scared as heck.
Why is thinking an ease?
Shouldn't acting be a breeze?
Wanted to jump, but I call you.
Everyone says "right thing to do."
No matter what I can't die.
Brain just won't let me try.
So many thoughts I've had before,
I can't even count anymore.
I'm tired of playing this game.
Recovery should be my aim.
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Literature
Noose Chapter 4
~Chapter Four~
River was smart enough to let me walk on my own for a few minutes while we walked out of the woods. When we reached town though, he caught up to me and grabbed my hand. We weren't secret lovers or anything, and I know he didn't like me as anything more than best friends. We just held hands sometimes. It was typical, for friends to do that. It made me feel better, anyway, just knowing his hand was there to grab if I ever needed to.
His hand was soft, and definitely not as callused as mine. His hands were used to turn pages in books, mine were used to help out around the house and wherever else they were need
Literature
Crucified
Yesterdays never forgotten, here in psychobabylon,
It melds itself into today, and I can never move on
You thought I was .. a problem before.. You ain't seen nothing yet,
Yeah if you thought I was the problem before well you ain't seen nothing yet,
Waiting on the backflow, but I know it just ain't coming yet,
No one ... ever taught me .. .. how to forgive and forget
Disconnected voices, transverse round my head
Artifacts of a yesterday, it will never be dead
You thought I was .. destructive before.. You ain't seen nothing yet,
Yeah if you thought I was a terror before well you ain't seen nothing yet,
Waiting on the bloodflow, but I know i
Literature
Poets Lament
Literary genius, socially defective
Afraid to speak freely of the thoughts in our heads
Secluded heart, fractured soul
Mind a chaotic jumble
Emotions a puzzle even unto ourselves
Lingering fragments of dreams abandoned
Failures and what ifs consume
Memories, blessings and curses both
Haunted, in need of an outlet,
secretly, we write...
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I see a lot of inner conflict here... 