Crime
I've wanted to stay,
but i've been the one to delay,
I wish you could see,
how my eyes have no glee,
how my very own bruised, broken heart,
will even decide to start,
I once grabbed a knife,
held it close to my wrist,
but I thought of you, not my afterlife,
and now everyone's pissed,
I feel as if i could cry,
but i wish i didnt try,
some wish i would die,
i wish i could say goodbye,
what am i holding on to,
because whatever it is, its long overdue,
so please dont cry,
if i die,
if i survive,
i'll see you tomorrow,
if i live, ill see you today,
and maybe they'll pay,
for suicide is a crime,
its murder, so pay your dime,
as murder is my very own crime.
~Evie22
If i stay
If I stay,
tomorrow of today,
if i decide not to slay,
my own life,
what will it be like?
I've relied too much on the knife,
i wish i could go away, ride on a bike,
i wish i could fly,
i wish i could cry,
i wish i couldn't lie,
saying im fine,
but i'll know deep down, i wanna die,
as the knife seems to be the light,
shining i the darkest night,
they say its gets better,
but does it ever?
~Evie22
The monsters
Run, run,
here they come,
come to slay,
they'll ask for their pay,
most will say,
it'll ruin my day,
but they only go to slay,
and they'll always be here,
even as she cries a single tear,
nothing can save him, not a beer,
they always run,
but it never helps,
so grab the gun,
and aim towards your head,
the monsters will go under your bed,
once you're dead,
once you're gone.
~Evie22
Do not worry, I am not going to do suicide, so don't call the cops or give me the suicide help line.
