Suicide

If I Ever

Had A Gun.

We'd Be Enemies

Instead Of Allies.

If I Ever

Was In Love,

I Doubt

I'd Be Trapt

In Her Lies.

Her Eyes,

Leave Me

So Blindless.

If I Ever

Had A Drug,

Id Name It Love,

Im Just Mindless.

My Kindness

Is Fading.

My Past Is Erasing.

And I Guess

Poetry Is A Way

Tracing,

All These

Lost Thoughts.

All The Painful Times,

And Every Time

That We Fought.

Trying Not

To Get Caught,

Running From Angels,

Just

Flying

Up Above.

Its Not Because

Im Scared,

Im Just Tired

Of Dumb Love.

Its Like All

The Lasts Loves

That Lead Up To Now,

Have Chased Me Uphill.

Im Just Not Coming Down.

The Ground,

Is What Scares Me.

The Altitude Is Too High,

Its Like I Cant Breath.

I Cant See,

Whats Waiting

In The Distance.

I Guess It

Woulda Been Diffrent.

If I Woulda Took

Life And Listened.

Shoulda

Took The Pain

And Just Gained

Everything.

But I Guess

When your Addicted,

You Cant Change Anything.

Addicted To The Pain,

Love Is Corruptive

Just A Road To Insane.

Suicide.

Slowly

Through The Lies,

But How Can It Kill Me

When I've Already Died?

Trapt In The Sky,

And Im Not Coming Down.

Love Has Left Me Lost,

And I Dont Want

Too Be Found





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