MemoriesLittle memories trapped within the back of your mind, asking how will you be remembered if you died today.Memories
Memories asking why you even woke today. it's always those little things that get to you. A sly remark, cheerful smirk, how will you be remembered. I'm forcing myself to write on one of those days when you have to questions life. You see, this is when you really find yourself, that’s how I want to be remembered.
How about you, not allowing yourself to feel, sliding through, just doing your part to get by, when you know even that’s not enough. Let's just hope that’s not you.
Little memories you relive within you
Blank SuicideYeah, this is me, a teenager, stuck in this hell hole we call life. Searching for my way, trying to know whats right. Thinking of the emptiness, of this hopeless life. Yeah, but that isn't me, I actually see whats going on Thinking of all these ways, I could kill myself, when that's not what I need. I think I feel this pain, but it just could be, a little regret. Feeling my fingers slip, against the trigger, letting myself fall deeper into this shit, I wish to feel, the nothingness of hell, just to say..Yeah, this is me, just a kid, with a thought of death, a dream of something he will never have, a life, he doesn't want. A wasted talent, heBlank Suicide
Woah
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It just goes to show
It is not what you know,
It's what you were thinking at the time
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