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Ignore me.


Ignore the cries for help,
ignore the signs of tears.
Ignore the fact that love is dead
and my want to not be here.

Ignore me when I say goodbye,
hoping it's the last.
Ignore me when I take that gun
then shoot away the past.

Ignore the preachers tasteless words,
he's done this once before.
Ignore the pain of losing
the child you don't adore.

ANNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDD

******** this Life


******** this life
and ******** these dreams.
I'm dying,
slowly dying.
My worthless mind
is wrecked with screams.
Horrid cries will silence.

I always knew
I'd die alone,
my presence never known.
And when my blood
sheds with my tears,
the world
will hear my name.

"A suicide,"
the news will say.
Another broken child.
And on they'll go,
with other things,
as if I were never here.
While Mom and Dad
cry and weep
for the rest of the year.

But soon, they too
will forget
and sickly nights will fade.
And there I'll lay
beneath the ground
in my sinful,
shallow grave.