Y
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Guest
I feel empty alone and slightly content
things could be much worse I lament
I'm not who my standards would have me be
but to do so would be the death of me
I sit alone most days doing the same old thing
I'm poor living with the folks and no girl for a fling
i dream all day and dream all night with nothing to show for it
i dream big and not often small knowing i can't commit
to anything... nothing at all...
I had a thought the other day
my grandmothers last words to me before she died 2 weeks later
a smoker of 50 years... always said... "it's the filters that kill ya"
she smoked non filtered cigarettes for 50 damn years
i realized something today thinking about what she said
the way she said it...
i think she regretted...
she didn't want to die... if she could have she would have liked to see more
I wonder if my grandma died alone... i wonder why i wasn't at her deathbed
I prolly had something better to do, but the youth always does right?
was she surrounding by loved ones by family
or was she surrounded by people who didn't really know her?
people who didn't know her insides...
people who didn't know the way a person can stare through a window
absorbed in thought
people who didn't know the hidden beauty one can see alone in a car ride
beauty that gives you shivers and brings tears to your eyes that no one sees because only you could see it
I don't want to die alone
i'm tired of only friends through the phone
i'm tired of being the only one
in a world where there is only one sun
I'm tired of knowing my truth
and knowing about the equation of ruth
i'm tired of seeing things no one sees
i'm tired of sailing these troubled seas
i'm tired of dreams i know won't come true
i'm tired of living for me not you
I'm blessed i know i truely am
i'm not depressed and i have a fam
i have a roof over my head a car and food
i have all the things one needs to sustain a mood
i've lost my logic i've lost my dreams
i'm scattered about like ashes to the seas
i'm only 24 and i've lived a full life
i faced my own death and came back in strife
do you ... could you... imagine?
can you imagine TRUE suicide?
do you know what it's like?
not to be depressed and not to want to live
but to be happy with yourself?
to know who you are and love it!
and despite all that you know you can't go on...
to feel your hand putting pills in your throat...
while your mind thinks to itself...
i can't beleive i'm doing this...
to walk around hospital hallways wondering if ur a ghost?
i don't know what to do...
my dreams are useless
i'm tired of living for you and not me...
i want to be free
I want to be rich and act like a total bitch!
I want to travel and have adventures to unravel!
I want to see at least 1 ocean before I die
I want to take all of my woes and put them into 1 cry
I want to live as much as I can
becuase i know when i'm done i'll just be another man
from the pharohs to the lifers we all must die
and some of the best people in the world are remembered as villians becuase of a lie...
I want to be a hermit and live alone
i want to live by no ones rules but my damn own
I want to live slow in a life lived so fast
i want others to be greatfull for their lives so vast
i want not to be bothered by anyone's false opinions or views
I'm just a simple person with an atitude about the lies in the news
deep down somewhere i feel like a rebel a renegade if you will
but i know the truth is i'm just a lonely loser who can be forgotten at will
i am so small it's not even funny
and my bank account has 7 dollars worth of money
if i were to die it would be so sad
not becuase of who i am or the people i made glad
but because the people who love me most don't really know me
they project their own problems and are way to buisy
to know the times in the car when the beauty made me shiver
brought tears to my eyes and caused me to dare to deliver
messages like this to people i don't know
hoping somehow some one will notice my glow
but if i were to die you would never know
you'd eventually forget about me... end of the show...
if your sad or tortured or some one is murdering your mind
at least maybe by reading this you'll know i'm not blind
i nkow your pain and maybe then some...
i've walked the earth as a ghost before
and it's no fun and that's for sure...
to be dead already in a rotting body of flesh
to feel so inhuman you make friends with machines
you could say i know a computer that knows me well
we live together in our own personal hell
but **** heaven i've seen the people there
problems of their own they just don't take about and that's fair
the truth is maybe we all die alone
but if we don't i hope i'm not shown
what it's truely like to die in the streets
or be completely forgotten one of lifes bleeps
timothy leary was excited for the final trip!
but when it came time he culdn't move his lip
surrounded by family tho and always remembered
truely this is what some desire to be burned not dismembered
i hope my ashes are scattered in the sea
by my ignorant family god bless them that they may see
my dreams my hopes and all that won't come true
perhaps some one will take my old reigns and follow suit
who knows such things i can not say
all i know is i'm supposedly alive today
i've felt my brain have weird things done to it
strange things happen every day, i blew it...
but i tried!
I DARED TO DREAM!
and that's what matters most!
it's the journey to the coast
not the destination or the host
of the final event you know the one
the only one you won't attend becuase you'll be done
and even then only if your lucky
do u get the funeral... the family ... the friends...
only if your lucky...
we all die alone becuase somebody did
that person we all forgot
to buisy with our ID
or ego and superego in constant battle
while we go through our days and continue to babble
about this and that when it's all so simple
when your dead your dead
and it won't really ever matter....what went through your head...
I hope i don't die alone
that's all I can do..
and i hope this poem rhymed well and will be remembered too
things could be much worse I lament
I'm not who my standards would have me be
but to do so would be the death of me
I sit alone most days doing the same old thing
I'm poor living with the folks and no girl for a fling
i dream all day and dream all night with nothing to show for it
i dream big and not often small knowing i can't commit
to anything... nothing at all...
I had a thought the other day
my grandmothers last words to me before she died 2 weeks later
a smoker of 50 years... always said... "it's the filters that kill ya"
she smoked non filtered cigarettes for 50 damn years
i realized something today thinking about what she said
the way she said it...
i think she regretted...
she didn't want to die... if she could have she would have liked to see more
I wonder if my grandma died alone... i wonder why i wasn't at her deathbed
I prolly had something better to do, but the youth always does right?
was she surrounding by loved ones by family
or was she surrounded by people who didn't really know her?
people who didn't know her insides...
people who didn't know the way a person can stare through a window
absorbed in thought
people who didn't know the hidden beauty one can see alone in a car ride
beauty that gives you shivers and brings tears to your eyes that no one sees because only you could see it
I don't want to die alone
i'm tired of only friends through the phone
i'm tired of being the only one
in a world where there is only one sun
I'm tired of knowing my truth
and knowing about the equation of ruth
i'm tired of seeing things no one sees
i'm tired of sailing these troubled seas
i'm tired of dreams i know won't come true
i'm tired of living for me not you
I'm blessed i know i truely am
i'm not depressed and i have a fam
i have a roof over my head a car and food
i have all the things one needs to sustain a mood
i've lost my logic i've lost my dreams
i'm scattered about like ashes to the seas
i'm only 24 and i've lived a full life
i faced my own death and came back in strife
do you ... could you... imagine?
can you imagine TRUE suicide?
do you know what it's like?
not to be depressed and not to want to live
but to be happy with yourself?
to know who you are and love it!
and despite all that you know you can't go on...
to feel your hand putting pills in your throat...
while your mind thinks to itself...
i can't beleive i'm doing this...
to walk around hospital hallways wondering if ur a ghost?
i don't know what to do...
my dreams are useless
i'm tired of living for you and not me...
i want to be free
I want to be rich and act like a total bitch!
I want to travel and have adventures to unravel!
I want to see at least 1 ocean before I die
I want to take all of my woes and put them into 1 cry
I want to live as much as I can
becuase i know when i'm done i'll just be another man
from the pharohs to the lifers we all must die
and some of the best people in the world are remembered as villians becuase of a lie...
I want to be a hermit and live alone
i want to live by no ones rules but my damn own
I want to live slow in a life lived so fast
i want others to be greatfull for their lives so vast
i want not to be bothered by anyone's false opinions or views
I'm just a simple person with an atitude about the lies in the news
deep down somewhere i feel like a rebel a renegade if you will
but i know the truth is i'm just a lonely loser who can be forgotten at will
i am so small it's not even funny
and my bank account has 7 dollars worth of money
if i were to die it would be so sad
not becuase of who i am or the people i made glad
but because the people who love me most don't really know me
they project their own problems and are way to buisy
to know the times in the car when the beauty made me shiver
brought tears to my eyes and caused me to dare to deliver
messages like this to people i don't know
hoping somehow some one will notice my glow
but if i were to die you would never know
you'd eventually forget about me... end of the show...
if your sad or tortured or some one is murdering your mind
at least maybe by reading this you'll know i'm not blind
i nkow your pain and maybe then some...
i've walked the earth as a ghost before
and it's no fun and that's for sure...
to be dead already in a rotting body of flesh
to feel so inhuman you make friends with machines
you could say i know a computer that knows me well
we live together in our own personal hell
but **** heaven i've seen the people there
problems of their own they just don't take about and that's fair
the truth is maybe we all die alone
but if we don't i hope i'm not shown
what it's truely like to die in the streets
or be completely forgotten one of lifes bleeps
timothy leary was excited for the final trip!
but when it came time he culdn't move his lip
surrounded by family tho and always remembered
truely this is what some desire to be burned not dismembered
i hope my ashes are scattered in the sea
by my ignorant family god bless them that they may see
my dreams my hopes and all that won't come true
perhaps some one will take my old reigns and follow suit
who knows such things i can not say
all i know is i'm supposedly alive today
i've felt my brain have weird things done to it
strange things happen every day, i blew it...
but i tried!
I DARED TO DREAM!
and that's what matters most!
it's the journey to the coast
not the destination or the host
of the final event you know the one
the only one you won't attend becuase you'll be done
and even then only if your lucky
do u get the funeral... the family ... the friends...
only if your lucky...
we all die alone becuase somebody did
that person we all forgot
to buisy with our ID
or ego and superego in constant battle
while we go through our days and continue to babble
about this and that when it's all so simple
when your dead your dead
and it won't really ever matter....what went through your head...
I hope i don't die alone
that's all I can do..
and i hope this poem rhymed well and will be remembered too
