As I lay down in the dark, green grass, I wonder to myself,
Where am I at?
Theres a line of trees in the distance beyond the vacant field,
Its from the fate of the fiery gates, that I crumble, from the deal I've sealed.
What have I come to and where will I go?
May I ask God or is he just another foe?
I've gone down so many twisted roads in my life,
and it has always ended with my wrist and a special knife.
Buddha, Allah, Jah, are you there?
Can I pray to one of you so you'll actually care?
I'm scared and dismayed, I cant even think about peace or hope,
because for me its all just a f**ked up joke.
You don't know me and you cant see inside,
you wont ever know what's really in my mind.
I'll slash my wrists into a curdling puddle,
take all my pills so I can pass out so suddle.
No one will know because I'm always alone,
it wont matter how hard I scream or how low I will moan.
I'm gone for good, you wont notice my decay,
put me in a cardboard box and let me fade away.
Copyright 2010 Ashley Reese
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My Bed in the Ground
PoetrySuicidal thoughts due to mental health issues. At the time this was written in 2006, I felt this way. Now over a decade later...things are all good. In life, no matter how hard it gets, even when you feel or "know" deep down inside that it will neve...
