Watch me Thrust This Knife Called Lust Into my Chest Until it Busts!

Drowning lessons

another tragic slip in life

dragging me into black waters once again

plunging helplessly to the bottom

letting the fierce cold sink in

numb to the very core of my being

suffocation seemingly on the plus side

why am i even here?

deeper yet, air long made sacrifice for

"let go and give up", all that's left to choose

being unwanted, unloved

feeling stepped on and stabbed

leavind a churning bloody mess behind

for the scavergers to pick from

my solemn ocean of tears and sorrows

a drowning pool of lost dreams

all in that cold black water

tearing away my last drop of life

why should i care anymore, when even droowning lessons seem like fun?

all hope of mine now swept away

would moving on be such a struggle?

is it right to die like this,

even when holding tight to it no longer would leave dark memories to haunt?

to love is to destroy, i learned

i took the hard way and blindly lost

but one thing does beckon me, a small voice stolen from a dream

begging me to now forget, to desperately try again

"dont die here!" it calls to me "you're not yet close to ready!"

this time i think i'll listen, and maybe take another chance...

pleez comment and tell me your thoughts. i know its sad but i getted dumped aftr i writed it *pouts* :(