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meow.

You never know what you have until its gone.

 

In the back of my moms house

I open the door

That was the last sound I was ever going to hear

The creek of the door

It was the sun night I was going to see before I shut the door

And then I stood there

And took out the paint

The color of blood

And I painted her a picture

Pouring the paint all over the floor and the walls

Restating my last words in my finger prints

Of anger.

All my suicide poems scattered on the floor

And I took the ladder

And a bucket of white flowers

And stud it up

And started writing my timeline

Step after step

The first step Feburary 2, 1988

And reaching the very last step painting May 8

I tied the rope to ceiling

With the flowers in my hand

And tired it around my neck

One sec I had a heartbeat

The next sec it was gone

Face was white as powder

White flowers felt out of my hand

And surrounded me

I now hang in peace.

 

PS MOM-If you ever want to come and visit me il be in the garage.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Because it hurts when I breathe

 

Tie me up in chains

To a wooden chair

Shoot poison into my veins

Without any fear

 

No one deserves to feel this much pain

When you’re best friend can’t get you out of their brain

And you try to be there

So they’re never alone to shed a tear

 

Just kill me with your words

My death will be as sweet the chirp of birds.

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You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be