Passing The Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Thoughts of suicide,
increasing in my mind
I'm trapped in a cell
no room to wander

I stare at my blade
just to pass the time
thinking of who I'd miss,
if i died...

Thoughts of suicide,
increasing in my mind
I'm trapped in a cell
no room to wander

I stare at my blade
just to pass the time
thinking of who I'd miss,
if i died...

Only a few people.
That's it...
no friends from school,
not even my father

Those few people give me strength
the strenght i need to stay alive
because no one else tried
they always just push me away

I miss respect
I need communication
I have love
by who matters

With this ring on my finger
and a beautiful girl in one hand
and the boy of my dreams in the other
they help pass the time

We walk through the rest of childnhood,
together, snapping photos and laughing,
sharing love and kisses
we hold onto that moment

Antisipating adulthood, bringing more freedom
moving away from parents
and in together
passing the time, thinking of tomorrow

smiling at the thought
tearing up from their absence
when i'm stuck at home
all alone until next time

Antidepresants are my only friend here
that and music,
listening to my thoughts put into lyrics
genious's musicians are

Passing the time sitting all alone
writing in silence
imagining  the good life
only 30 minutes away...by car

Starting to pack
without an answer
I'm going back no matter what
even if i die trying


Submitted: May 06, 2010

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