Last Night

by Midnight suicide   Apr 11, 2007


This is taring me up inside
i cant keep living this lie
I lie to you, i lie to me
I'm not alright and thats plan to see
So why do u ask you know what ill say
I say the same thing each and every day
I'm fine, I'm OK, Theres nothing you can do
But if only you knew what i was going through
You would understand why i act this way
And want to commit suicide, which i may
Theres too many people who just talk S**t
You want to feel it, you want me to cut your wrist
The joy of the pain, the feeling you get
All you do is slice....wait....and sit
Or you wanna take a hit from this weed
The sensation, the high, its what we all need
I take a big hit, I take two, I take three
I don't give a freak if its bad for me
its the only reason i wake up in the mornen
To get higher then a bird and freaken start souren
Take some of theses pills and start poppen
I take one everyday there ain't no stoppen
Take an X, take a Vicoden, and maybe Oxy Cotton
It's probably the easiest way to forget everything
and stop yourself from going mentally insane
The theres the beer a way to get drunk
Come home and pass-out on the bottom bunk
We die together with a can, a blunt, and pills to the right
Cops show up and wonder what the heck we did last night?

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