My First Suicidal Dream

And there I was With the future on my palm Success on my lips In such a way that I could taste it Achievements on my wall My mom was proudest Then it came Hit my immune system And swept away my sensitivity Murdered my manners And killed my sense of humour Respect became a fairytale As it flowed from the bottle to my tongue I couldn't feel a thing In such a way that Vodka became the sweetest Liquid on my taste buds I couldn't stop talking It was my thing You know that guy who's always surrounded Because what came out of his mouth Made people taste success But it was different I had a lot in mind I couldn't stop Until it got out of hand I could barely walk They tried to assist, but I was stubborn And didn't want to listen to anyone I was drunk They dragged me into my room And locked me inside Because they couldn't handle my noise Only if they new, that all I needed was love To be loved and appreciated by my surroundings I couldn't handle the pressure of my thoughts I took a marker and wrote on the wall "I'm messed up, I needed love but all I got was betrayals and back stabbing friends"0 Then hung myself