Tradgedies At 2am

by MikaMad15   Jul 4, 2014


Can we take a few steps back?
Tick tock the clock,
Back to the years
when we were youthful
with stained finger nails
with black polis
and blood was on your mind.
Walls written with your name
Oh that's the dreadful thing of this time.
But that's all you knew, isn't it?
Pain is what you craved, what you wished for.
What you think you deserve.
But who are we now without pain?
Tick tock the clock.
Now we're back again,
So far yet so close.
How are we still at the same place
So many years go on and you're still 14
baby I wish you'd realise
You're just so f**ked up
And I wish I knew why.
Is there any sense of hope?
The cuts go deeper each time but now
you hold back just in case
Who wants to die now?
I mean you do right?
but you want to die why cut across?
because you have people who need you
and you're scared
Of course I'm scared
Tick tock goes the clock.
Why did you say you love me so much
And now you don't talk to me after 5 years.
How nice you are, mother.
I'm your first born, candle flames flicker.
Ghost foot steps and you're gone.
Not even your soft lips kissing me good bye.
Nah.
Let me die on the floor instead hey?
I'll slit my wrist!
But do you care? When I don't eat? When I don't breath?
Will you care when I'm not here to scream you hate?
Clock chimes.
Why are we doing this.
I mean, you want to die and cut.
Take a swing of that bottle, vodka is your friend.
Next, caffeine. Pick your poison.
Need something to numb the pain and pump it in your veins.
I mean who are we now?
Borderline insanity, on the brink.
Jump infront of a car, off a bridge.
I can't face these kinds of things,
Tick tock goes the clock.
Who am I anymore and who are you?
You're me.
Now stop it, you f**k up.

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