Best Depressionbeautiful Poems
Hay you stop look around what do you see is it beautiful or are they things you can’t
break free. For me thing are both beautiful and free. You too could be like me that just
depends on what you see. I know something’s are hard to break free ask yourself are
these things good for me. Is this really what I I want to see? If you want to be like me
these things you have to break free. Then you can be just like me when you look
around everything you see will always be beautiful and free. Just like I see I hope now
you see what I see.
Happy new year the words in which i've been
waiting to hear, now so soon the end will be near.
I think of it with a smile upon my face, knowing
that life I soon will not have to face. Today is
wet, dreary, and cold, same as my heart so bitter so
cold, screw the world and the people it holds
my final wish will soon take role, attention of one
thats all that is needed, supplies are a rope and
a beautiful tree, just me and nature will see my
last act as beautiful as it will be, note pinned to my chest
that reads :To my loving family, what i've done is for
the best, now more than ever i receive my peaceful 6ft sleep.
Let the crows sing me to sleep to wing me beyond
heavens skys to Him. I love you all so much sorry im
selfish but oh well, life sucks.
She is trapped like a mannequin in a glass window. Searching for new shoes, new hats, new
clothes with hopes it will make her soul new and light. Swimming in a dark pool, under
water. beautiful on the outside and ugly within. Ugly secrets for a beautiful girl. Dark shades
to camoflague her face. It does no good. feel her green blue eyes piercing through your skin
anyway. I hang my head to the side and lean on her to give my support. My best friend. My
dark comrade. The devil to my angel. Its only when things aren't going that badly that we
forget. Longing for the days laughter and friendship. No more black tears falling down to land
on the white couch. White everywhere. Surrounded in white , dressed in pain. She'll miss
me. The blood pumps through my veins. Angry at the darkness that has swallowed her up.
The moment pleasantly scary. The moment frozen in time. Frozen like the girl with green
blue eyes. Holding my breath because I've treasured her all these years and now I must let
her walk on her own.
i am a beautiful massacre
i am the beautiful massacre
i am the sacrifice in blood
i am the silent fall of blood drops
i am in death.
I am the beauty of suicide
I begin where i end,
I am
The Beautiful Massacre