What do you know about making those little cuts that drain life slowly but surely?
you have to be precise and focused when you are trying to kill yourself
one inch too far and you are a vegetable or just another ugly mofo
your only regret is that you have never been given the option of “Return to the Sender” when you were given Life
every thread of bliss you ever held always get cut off as soon as a smile breaks open your face
you sometimes envy those who laugh easy as if their lives were soft and easy
or just maybe they have learned to not stare too long into the abyss
as they go on listening to sultry and soothing tunes of those who have nothing else but joy.
no cut is ever the same, every single one is always a new experience
you don’t have to be dead to feel dead,
and I’m sure feelings are the last thing dead people worry about
sometimes it feels like having these feelings is all I look forward to
Death in itself doesn’t look as charming as it was from that angle
Do those who jump over the bridge question their decision as they see the ground approach?
There’s no instant replay when you cross some lines
Your mind might indulge itself in replaying it for your own pleasure
but Reality only offers One Way trips
the Past is alive in us with all its twists and half truths
you speak words like nails onto a cross
you march like the universe rests on your shoulders
but you are not ready to be swallowed up
and when everything is said and done, you know you like your cups half full.