Bruklor
A kid sits in his home, all by his lonesome...
Looks to the blade, needs the balls, has to grow some...
But that was a month ago, now he know's what he could do...
He knew that if he wants to he can come through...
So many thoughts racing, the Reapers chasing...its the last time...
Crossed the line, no turning back after passing a 'dead end' sign...
Been wishing of this for years, these shall be the last tears...
Confronting fears, and a 'look what you did' to all his peers...
Always was worse, always a loner, always a no one...
He wants to make an impact, life won't be taken by a knife or gun...
No! No more lies, truth is the so called nerd just wants to be heard...
So he's going to down some Lye, add some Ammonia and Drano and deaths ashured...
At his funeral they'll be saying "but he was only a child"...
And that is one of the reasons he never wore a smile...
His own choice, stomach, intestines and skin burnt by chemicals...
Sucked away on bottles reading "do not ingest"- To him, life was not so sentimental...
Only seventeen years of age, and he will grow no older...
In his mind, this is his was of giving the world a cold shoulder...


CoPaCeTiC
As the pool of blood swarmed around me, the color of my uniform transformed//
torn between hell and death, scorned since the morning I was born//
I tried to conform to the formula, did everything I could to form//
a bond of trust between someone, to no longer feel forlorn through a friendship’s warmth//
but as I sit in my dorm I feel the cornucopia of cruelty//
the fact that living seems so futile only contributes to fueling me//
it’s a foolish belief that relief will come in my condition//
So I’m only wishing to inspire the other ones in this position//
to find inside their heart of hearts some acceptance or admission//
that our current position is not from a lack of conviction//
it’s that the world makes its own victims and we are fucked by definition//
When it comes to existence, we have no chance at recognition//
If our description coincides with those whom no one likes//
you will slowly lose your pride while inside emotion dies//
How am I supposed to hide these feelings when they devour me completely//
reaping me of all my happiness until they defeat me//
the bullet sends searing pain through my head

I just hope my death comes as sweetly….


•Cist•M•
i write blind so i can see what i can’t|
and that’s a world beyond this life’s trap|
in their eyes, i’m unhappy, so i hide from their crap|
the taunts and rants slash deep into my ears|
fear cramps my tablets every chance i get to sit back|
-and its clear i’m not welcome here|
there’s nowhere to go, no life, no golden years|
i’m foldin’ tears for the day that’s coming|
i burned all i have cuz it ain’t worth running|
... the date grows near to blooming|
i cover my eyes in the sight of beauty|
the looming noose steadily swoops, love won’t consume me|
she speaks... dark and vivid, she uncovers my truest side|
she believes in me, she makes my world’s nuisance hide|
inside i grow intent, everyday i look forward to suicide|
school isn’t worth it... humans make me more cruel inside|
the day came, mom and dad gave me a news clip to read|
i knew the girl in the picture "... at 17yrs of age a girl dies"|
2 years before now... my neck feels gravity’s influence rise||