Suicide Notes I Started.... Cheyenne Bermudez

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      Fighting Against the Tears

      Caged in pain,

      I rage against the rain,

      Cascading down my face,

      A torrential wave,

      Reminiscent of past mistakes,

      I’ve made in vain.

      Too Much

      Girls like me are known for their temper;

      Quick to anger.

      They shine so bright

      But burn out quicker.

      They love so hard

      But hate forever.

      An Imperfect Match

      We were once

      Like matches,

      Burning bright

      Against a midnight sky.

      Now all I am

      Are ashes.

      Waiting, like a phoenix,

      I will rise.

      My Lovely Addiction

      I fell for a girl.

      Made from cigarettes and alcohol.

      Her tears, bitter like vodka.

      Her dreams like marijuana.

      But, beyond the broken glass and ash

      Was the corpse of a beaten child,

      Whose innocence was stolen.

      Broken Hearts Don't Beat the Same

      Broken hearts don’t beat the same

      When you cut through all the strings,

      Leaving me

      With a broken melody,

      No hope for a remedy,

      Stuck here suffering off-key

      While your heart is still intact;

      A lovely symphony.

      Our Broken Little Love Song

      I loved a girl once,

      Whose glassy eyes

      Were as sharp as obsidian.

      Whose lips contained secrets

      I could feel when kissing them.

      Her laugh was melodic,

      Caressing my heart strings.

      Making me feel the world

      In a different key.

      To me, she was perfect

      In every way.

      Except in her words,

      So infrequent,

      Yet containing so much pain.

      I made the mistake of trying to fix her

      When I couldn’t handle myself,

      And so she left,

      Just like everyone else.

      When you love someone.

      You’re supposed to let them go.

      I didn’t realize that by letting you leave,

      You would leave me so exposed.

      So, now all I’m left with

      Is a broken heart that doesn’t beat the same.

      Because, your absence caused

      A rhythmic disruption

      When you cut through all my strings,

      And now I’m stuck playing

      A broken melody.

      Can You See Me?

      Can you see me?

      Or are you blind?

      Can you see me?

      I’ve been here the entire time!

      Can you see me?

      I’m right here!

      Can you see me?

      It’s like, in your eyes, I’ve disappeared.

      Can you see me?

      Or do you just not care?

      Can you see me?

      It’s like I never was there.

      Did you ever notice me?

      A (Literal) Cry for Help

      Help me!

      I am fighting

      I am not going down easy

      But I am weakening

      I don’t want this to last

      Help me!

      I am dying

      And it doesn’t surprise me

      That this is happening

      I hope that this ends fast

      Help me!

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