caption in life

Suicide may be the fastest way out but,

it can also be one of the hardest.

I know for I have been privy to this so,

private information many time over more secret.

Sadness and woe much to bare.

not for myself but,

for family and loved ones.

Deformed thoughts gliding through my lonely veins,

tainted trust cloud's my brain.

The drugs take hold as I start to cry,

mother, father, ....please

I don't want to go this way.

Twisiting in pain, clutching my failed body,

crying...

what will be said at my funeral?

Was he nice?

Was he quiet?

he's dead?

To come from death to afterlife,

To watch the torture in my family's barren faces,

who having cried so many tears it stains a salty path of death.

Across there pale and worn faces each line tells a story of woe,

each scar coming from the past which I wrote for them.

Thievary, dishonesty, unpassionate love.

I carved it with a blunt knife of lies.

To seal this horrid caption of life in memories to come,

I write this.

letting you know it wasn't as easy as you thought,

The sickness.....

The betrayal....

I died to end it all.

In the end suicide is what started it all.

So, say my prayers for me one last time,

kiss my forhead, cold and fake, 

and tell me you love me.

Toss the rose and throw the dirt,

and let our life of pain and lies truly begin...