At points you reach just that height Enough that if you falls you sink Another time you feel like falling But you cant get up that high Sometimes people just get lazy With death...I mean...sometimes When that happens you shoot yourself That is the p***y way out of life My brother once said in the wisest of words "What is life, like a knife waiting to slide" It was not that you want to die Its that no one else wants you alive When you reach that point just remember You have at least one friend...yourself Yes you are your own freind... You can talk to yourself... I have done it...it is worth living I have almost killed myself many times But I have pushed through it It isnt my fault I have that in my blood "Manic Depression" a disease...in genes The disease is very simple to explain You get sad, go to sleep, and dont wake up Why? You ask...because you kill yourself You dont have to notice... Its the same with sleeping... You dont know when you fall asleep You dont know how long you slept Do we know anything? Or are we just toys? Could it be both? Could it be none? If someone answers me I will be here I will await the day that I am wanted Until then the knife stands ready...
Brace Tyrenski · Thu Aug 10, 2006 @ 10:33am · 0 Comments |