[died]: 679.rEAL pAIN

JUST A POEM FOR EMO AND PEOPLE LIKE ME SO ENJOY  oR JUST READ IT CAUSE U ARE BORED PLEASE TELL ME WHAT U THINK! ^_^


         -K2U+YS


         ^hERE IT IS^


Could Love be real?
Could Hope be real?
Could Life be real?

I ask myself so many questions
As I hold my life in my hands

Is that why I cut myself?
Because I hold my life in my hands?

Holding a life that I know that nothing is good
Or feels right no matter the fight

The blood that slip from this small thin cut
From under the smooth skin, there is no protection

From the pain and love that was false
From the false sense of being loved and at home

Could this be Hate?
I Feel…

Could this be Pain?
I Feel…

Could this be Death?
I Feel…

I have lost life and sense
Nevertheless, death is slow and caring

Time Stopped for me and stilled the pain
Forever…

It folds and wraps my body in its caring darkness
Forever…

Please, just find IT
Suicidals and Emos all know

Know: that cuts, blood, and lost of life
Will fix pain

We are not stupid or damned
We are brave

WE ARE BRAVE

For not knowing what is after death
However, we still dive headfirst

Through the blood and pain
Through the skin and veins

No pain
No life

That’s all it is to it

To face death

No fear
No pain

To face Death and what is behind that locked door
The door that stands before all
And only unlocks when lose of life is granted to us

Find Peace
That’s what we try to find

We find it in death
We all face it at times

No lies!

Find it out for yourself

Find it and I will lead you to peace…

Just...

Find…

The…

Knife…

And your wrist…