My Life: A Dramatic Narrative

The Code (mentally)

I gave up on myself
You were my happy
My health is on the shelf
I'm finally looking crappy

You were my drug
I felt so good
Always gave me a tug
Always told me I could.

I can not breathe
My heart won't beat
I lie through my teeth
I can't get back on my feet

I'm on the ground
Closer to hell
No comfort have I found
No one can hear me yell.

I hope you have a smile
And are finally content
It's been awhile
The time we have spent.

You took away my razor
Then gave it back
Maybe you thought it was a phase or
You wanted to see the cracks.

Not only is it on my flesh
It's covering my heart
I wish I could be fresh
Have a new start

But now I am dead
And you are alive
My skin is red
And you thrive.

I need my antidote
For this terrible poison
These words I have wrote
Have me feeling chosen

Why must I be sad?
Why m-ust I be blue?
Is it just a fad?
Or is it really true?

Save me from my hell
The voices in my head
I have really fell,
Fell into the dead.

That's what it's like to be in love
It kills
They say it's as beautiful as a dove
But didn't say it has gills.

It can breathe even in the depths of blood
Under a foot of tears
And, as it should,
Knows your fears.

~Tayler