My First OM, any type of decent feedback would be appreciated.
..Suicidal Thoughts..
(Verse 1)
Waking up in the morning, then its all ready begun
No food on the table and your troubles all come
Still you lay in your pit, stinking from the night before
You parents claim your allowance on drink and not the waterboard
A 13 year old, going nextdoor to sleep out in the porch
As he dreams his nightmares of parents fighting his last thoughts
But it all becomes a reality the morning after
just to get away from this hell, bedtime couldnt come faster
Still in school he puts in dedication, but kept waiting
for any praise, as the teachers stay steadily debating
His intelligence is clear, but its the wrong kind of finger pointing
Chased by his classmates as they continually fought him
And kicked every ounce of sweat, till he was black and blue
But in his state of mind, wouldnt you contemplate suicide to?
For some the only way they can invision there way out
The ignorance of his elders, they dont even here him shout
Like a ghost is never seen in everyones eyes
But ghosts dont cry, no soul in there lives
Cos everytime he climbed higher, the further he fell
A knife to the wrist, the only way of leaving his hell
(Hook)
It never used to be like this
Compared to this a life of bliss
For every battle he continually fought
Contemplation of and suicidal thoughts
Never Used to be like this
(Verse 2)
The next day begins, the sun rises up at 4 and streams a tear
A beautiful sight he remembers, will be the last of his years
Now these started off as suicidal thoughtz in the making
What progressed is a lack of tolerance, and his years taking
The day grew out, as the hours approcached, a last note that he wrote
As the others got dismissed like before, the pen shook as he choked
But this wasnt to be his final hour with these lines
Even his thoughts had a stutter, that was scared of these times
Eyes stayed closed as his fear vanished in a moment
If he knew god was looking down, he had his only time to own it
As he grasped the knife, to hold it, he rolled it
Across his skin, he knew it was his choice and owness
Pressed against himself at first the blunt way up
As it turned, he then knew his life was took
The lights fused, as it came together in darkness
But no pain was fealt, not even the shaprness
Hearing the wind talk through the trees as it blowed
Surrounded by depths of darkness, but still saw his blood flow
And this is a brief look into the life he was brought
The constant termoil turned into suicidal thoughts.
(Hook)
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Originally Posted by Illus'Artis
