Snowy the night
Cold the wind
Pained by loneliness
On the bridge
The icy wind, like a drug
tempting
TEmpting
TEMPTING
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I’ve got so many voices inside my head,
my Schizophrenia’s keeping them fed,
I’m starting to feel lost within myself,
think I’m turning into someone else.
I’m always planning my escape,
before my brain can escalate.
“I can’t find it,
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A secret whispered in the dark
Eardrums ringing like a bell in the unwatched tower
The unrevealed crash lands with the grace of a ballistic missile
Blackness embodied deep within the tenuous roots
Spreading, creeping through every last sinew
Drowning in the bile, joy lost and never found
The rapture no longer holds sway
An abyss never ending, sinking deeper to oblivion
Falling with no gravity, suspended in tortuous creation
......
When I die
I don't care what happens to my body
throw ashes in the air, scatter 'em in East River
bury an urn in Elizabeth New Jersey, B'nai Israel Cemetery
But l want a big funeral
St. Patrick's Cathedral, St. Mark's Church, the largest synagogue in
Manhattan
First, there's family, brother, nephews, spry aged Edith stepmother
96, Aunt Honey from old Newark,
Doctor Joel, cousin Mindy, brother Gene one eyed one ear'd, sister-
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I Don't Really Wanna Die Anymore
I don't really wanna die anymore
Except for when I do
I don't really hate my life anymore
Except for when I'm blue
I don't cry too much anymore
Since my heart broke in two
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Snowy the night
Cold the wind
Pained by loneliness
On the bridge
The icy wind, like a drug
tempting
TEmpting
TEMPTING
......
I don't really wanna die anymore
Except for when I do
I don't really hate my life anymore
Except for when I'm blue
I don't cry too much anymore
Since my heart broke in two
I don't know where I am in this world
......
I Don't Really Wanna Die Anymore
I don't really wanna die anymore
Except for when I do
I don't really hate my life anymore
Except for when I'm blue
I don't cry too much anymore
Since my heart broke in two
......
heaven sent, arrhythmia rests
silence from my aching chest
though there's no tombstone where I sleep
all I need is what I reap
the earth beneath my fingernails
bleeds into the soil of verdant hills.
my skin a canvas, often wasted
on trifles better left to rot
now blooms violet among the wakeless
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Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who sees the world like this.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m maybe cursed, that would be a good reason to be honest.
It would be a good reason to why I’m never happy.
It would be a good reason to explain the self harm and wishing to not be born.
It would be a very fucking good reason to why I can’t love people around me. I do like to be around them for a certain while, but mentally I’m never with them.
From a young age my brain learned that happiness is temporary. I’ll prefer no happiness over temporary happiness, and I hate myself for that.
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