Nur Aatiqah
17071994Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect and I don't live to be.
But, before you start pointing fingers,
Make sure your hands are clean.
- Bob Marley
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Saturday, August 16, 2008
suicide...
SUICIDE
This thought comes almost everyday,
We have become close friends as we were one in the same.
Then soon enough it will be the end, and I'll cry almost every minute
So much pain, so much hurt
My feelings and memories are like a hurricane.
I'm alone, scared during this storm and as the tears run down my face .
Seems like there is no way in stopping the intolerable emotions, pain, and frustration that the world puts upon my shoulders.
It just seems like death has been and will be around me anyway.
So no matter what you try say,
Suicide is the only way out for me.
It's been way too long since someone has held me tight and said that they loved me and that they needed me.
It's been too long since I have had someone to protect me,
But you have never been able to see
In reality what has been happening inside of me.
You may ask and look concerned wanting to know why I cry,
But do you really want to that I wish for me to die?
Can you handle the truth,
Can you handle the pain I have felt and dealt with by myself for many years?
When I see myself in the mirror,
I can't see the joy I once felt.
That joy has been taken away since I can remember
I just turn my head as quick as possible for I do not want see what I'm actually trying to hide.
Suicide?
The quickest way to solve my problems once I'm gone
But will they really be solved or will they become a burden to those I still love but don't love me?
Time is the only one who can really tell us.
In the end will you miss me after I have cried my last tears?
This thought comes almost everyday,
We have become close friends as we were one in the same.
Then soon enough it will be the end, and I'll cry almost every minute
So much pain, so much hurt
My feelings and memories are like a hurricane.
I'm alone, scared during this storm and as the tears run down my face .
Seems like there is no way in stopping the intolerable emotions, pain, and frustration that the world puts upon my shoulders.
It just seems like death has been and will be around me anyway.
So no matter what you try say,
Suicide is the only way out for me.
It's been way too long since someone has held me tight and said that they loved me and that they needed me.
It's been too long since I have had someone to protect me,
But you have never been able to see
In reality what has been happening inside of me.
You may ask and look concerned wanting to know why I cry,
But do you really want to that I wish for me to die?
Can you handle the truth,
Can you handle the pain I have felt and dealt with by myself for many years?
When I see myself in the mirror,
I can't see the joy I once felt.
That joy has been taken away since I can remember
I just turn my head as quick as possible for I do not want see what I'm actually trying to hide.
Suicide?
The quickest way to solve my problems once I'm gone
But will they really be solved or will they become a burden to those I still love but don't love me?
Time is the only one who can really tell us.
In the end will you miss me after I have cried my last tears?