Not A Suicide Note
By Jimmy Lopez
What do we do when it's all said and done
do we runaway or stay to only find out we're unimportant
The week is over and all I can feel is falling apart
Trust...Love...Friendship
It all seems unreal
To fall asleep and awaken in the arms or sorrow
whats the point in waking up right?
If I forget how to smile
I can look back into the past
Whos to help a person like me
Who has the time to mend somthing this broken?
You think all you have to do is listen
...Tell It lies...
...Say what it wants to hear...
Right?
okay ..One = Himself
Me alone like always
we all fuck up some more then others
but we all know our fuck ups
Here Listen to this
Drugs = Happiness
Cuts = Stressless
Death = Peace
When scars remind us that you know nothing but saddness
makes it seem like pain is our Best Friend
I guess what i'm saying is that
whos "real" anymore
Real Friend, Person, Whatever
All my life I've been stuck with people who dont give a damb about me
and I'm done being used
sometimes I dont want "friends"
cuz I dont like being left Behind
but maybe they dont leave me behind maybe I just can't keep up
but then again maybe they dont want me to
maybe the only reason they move or go so fast is because they got sick of me
To tell you the truth sometimes i think this is all just bad dream
but why am i still waiting for the day i wake up
Have you ever thought that maybe when we "Die" or "Pass Away"
we're not dead we just woke up from a Nightmare
I Want To Wake Up From Mine
The Perfect Nobody
Jimmy
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