| Suicide Series. |
| created @ 2006-09-28 20:19:38 |
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Bittersweet melodies that swirl in my head
Bittersweet melodies lyrics of the dead
Hate and love
Below and Above
Time is a killer while killers do time
This is a rhyme, a rhyme of mine
As drops fall from fingertips
Her eyes see but never flinch
That tub filled with blood tainted water
Her life is no longer that fucked up teeter and totter
When will they find me, when will they see
Looks are decieving, that image wasn't me
You pushed and you fought and you shoved it all down
While I watched and I swollowed not making a sound
Then you shaped and you molded and you liked what you got
While I watched and I changed and suppressed my real thoughts
Then you tortured and you teased me and refused not to beat me
While I suffered and I hurt and I hid so none could see
You kept up you doings and continued your flow
I talked to everyone yet they didn't know
I defended and loved you no matter the cost
You didn't even know that I was so lost
I never showed you my poems nor any of my art
Knowing what you saw would tear us apart
Through all of your hate and all of the pain
Not once did you ever hear me complain
My outside was calm and always showed as sane
My internal a fire, a self image of distain
I always cleaned your evidence from every single crime
Usually so filled with hate, yet nice from time to time.
You never said I'm sorry or you'd try to change your ways
I never made it known that I was counting days
I'd write it in my head or hide it somewhere safe
My private little plans not even you could take
My lifeless body in that blood tainted water
My life no longer that fucked up teeter toter
When will they find me, when will they see
That bright and smiley face could never be me
Blood flows from wrist to hand
I can honestly say no one will understand |
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