One Last SongThey didn't see the signs.
They should've read between the lines.
Her lifestyle they scorned,
and for this reason, they mourned...
She suffered in silence.
Her sorrow, a cadence.
With her life they had gambled,
but with her world in shambles,
they had gone all-in and lost.
They should've known the cost...
In front of the grave, a boy thought of the girl he'd forsaken.
He wished this was a nightmare from which he'd awaken.
He was her high-school sweetheart,
but they had drifted apart.
Once he had left her alone,
the suicidal thoughts found a home...
On her guitar, sad notes she played,
whilst overhead, a noose had swayed.
From quivering lips, she sang one last time.
Shutting out a million thoughts, she managed a rhyme...
"Mother, father, I have a confession...
This song shall never be completed,
for I battled with depression,
and depression succeeded..."
Just a Taste.I knew what would happen.
That's why I slammed every locked door wide open for just one single night with you,
let my lips crash into yours, tasting you like fine wine, getting intoxicated off your texture.
I dared to sink into the pool of warmth you made, limbs desperate to touch, to brush,
your eyes eating me alive, tearing me apart, my freshly tainted lips confessing my desire,
while yours strung out fogs of smoke, hinting that this, too, was merely a guilty illusion.
Just a kiss, just a moment, just a memory relived a thousand times.
But I knew what would happen.
That's why I didn't push you to finish the sentences that you dropped, forgot unexpectedly,
why I didn't clutch you to my chest, whisper a coo in your waiting ear, dream of tomorrow.
My mind knew before my heart could accept that strange gaze that struck your coffee circles,
The past memories I choked up, that old flavor resurfacing when I finally put it all together,
But still I bathed in the emotion, luxuri
Watch me as I fall once again.
Watch me lose my mind to nothing.
Tell me I'm worthless
Tell me you don't care
Listen to my cry of pain
You don't care
I don't care
Watch me bleed.
These cuts can't go deep enough
The blade isn't sharp enough
Watch me bleed.
Close your eyes
Open your eyes
I am gone
Search for me
I am lost
Take away this pain.
Tell me I will be okay.
This broken mind is tearing itself apart
Leaving me in a pool of blood
I want to die.
So once again
MistakeIf only I had known that
This is what we'd become.
If I could go back,
Change what I've done.
You should know that I would.
Just look at what I've done now.
Everything is so broken.
If only I just know how,
Take back what I've spoken,
I would if I could.
But now it's too late,
The damage is done.
I took all the hate.
I want to go back to one.
Do I have to go away
Just because of one mistake?
Why couldn't it stay?
Was so much at stake?
I'm tired of pretending
There's no use of it now.
Is this really the ending?
Guess I regret it somehow.
Don't we all stumble?
Don't we all feel small?
Don't we all have trouble feeling humble?
Don't we all trip and fall?
But I don't understand
Why this thing has to be.
All that I know is the blame is on me.
Short Lived AngelShort lived Angel
I laughed as my friend grabbed the bag of some nerd in grade nine. He shook him until the kid looked like he was about to cry, and then dropped him, laughing when he ran away. This wasn't out of the ordinary for my friends; it was what we did, what we were known for. We were the jocks of the school, we had been since grade 7; being in a school that teaches K-twelve was easy because you never lost your status no matter what grade you were in. We were part of the popular crowd, so everyone loved us without even looking at what we did to the kids who weren't. Dalton slapped my back, breaking my train of thought, and I looked over at him.
"So Riley, you coming to the game tonight?" the crowd circled around us tittered at the question, the answer was obvious, and Dalton knew it; just trying to get a laugh from the group. I rolled my eyes and shrugged