7-11-17
Too much time between,
Cutting rings like trees
See how old I've gotten
By the days that I bleed,
Highs and lows,
Bedsheets feel the same to me
And lately, I'm faded
Even without the company.
Brand me, used to wear me
And come undone for me,
Aren't we all ripping seams?
Aren't we all dying to breathe?
Or is it just what I see?
Is anything as it seems?
Cold to the touch
Ice on my wrist,
Can't try to trust,
Secrets shut lips
Tell me you care,
But words ain't shit.
You've seen the change in the leaves,
See the change when they leave,
See me fall to the ground,
Slip from the green,
Mary Jane and money
Mary Jane and money.
Used to die for it,
Build windows
So I didn't have to hide from it.
You keep learning,
And I keep drifting,
Like I wouldn't die for shit
Aside from a thought and a sip
Tie a knot and kick
The chair-
Or leave without a care,
Make sure you sit somewhere,
That's gonna hit that fear,
That fear you live for-
That fear you give into,
Pulling you back,
With arms to sink into,
I could drown in a touch,
And tie a sin loose,
Grant freedom,
But die in a noose.
Paint these windows black,
Retreating inside,
Given enough, no going back-
Corridors down my spine,
Where the love lacks,
Got me hollow
Fuck facts-
Fuck statistics
If life fucks you over,
Fuck her hard back,
And fuck therapists.
Fuck fake friends
And their petty shit,
Fuck life.
Shelves, office desk,
Paint on my mind
Planning regret
Stain the motherfucker
Drip em in red
Only alive once
So I chase death,
Only thing that ain't left.
Barrel to my right,
Triggers in my head,
Pull it off
Like im getting undressed,
Giving head across the walls,
Happy birthday, mr president.
- (m.m)
Based on something I just read on fb where this guy was working nightshift security and one of the workers had been extremely suicidal, and had troubles at home, whilst dealing with issues with the president of the company. He went into the building one night, and the guy working was all sketched out, bc he just knew somebody was in the building and he was alone, so he walks into the hallway but he hears a gunshot, so he keeps walking despite being scared, and sees that this guy had committed suicide in the president's office.
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