He sits alone fearing nothing can come from this
Vicoden wearing off life;
Drowning him into a suicidal state
He waits; Honestly hes tired
Sick of the badgering the tormenting STOP!
train of the mind is a blank slate, hes discouraged
Pop a few pills his worries gone
Sitting in a deserted room walls blank,
like the thoughts;mind not stable
Sitting behind the door of misery he blinks
Eyes rose red from lack of sleep
Think back and weep again he yells
Anger from vicoden, anger is PURE!



Squirming in anguish gittering against the wood
Uttering his sentences yet the meaning is pure
It's heard outloud with great meaning
His screams of terror are loud
Absurd at most;
Mental errors father 15 deep in alcohol
Tramatized; he's on meds
He sleeps bedless,dreamless he's almost gone


No. He wont have it
Suffer no longer will he
The suicidal thoughts are over
He has taken action
He has taken death


His parents oblivious to his previous thoughts
Still oblivious to his death
Its dramatic..Its unfortunate..Its LIFE












Links to come.

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A LIFE OF CHRYME