Suicide Notes I Started.... Cheyenne Bermudez
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Fighting Against the Tears
Caged in pain,
I rage against the rain,
Cascading down my face,
A torrential wave,
Reminiscent of past mistakes,
I’ve made in vain.
Too Much
Girls like me are known for their temper;
Quick to anger.
They shine so bright
But burn out quicker.
They love so hard
But hate forever.
An Imperfect Match
We were once
Like matches,
Burning bright
Against a midnight sky.
Now all I am
Are ashes.
Waiting, like a phoenix,
I will rise.
My Lovely Addiction
I fell for a girl.
Made from cigarettes and alcohol.
Her tears, bitter like vodka.
Her dreams like marijuana.
But, beyond the broken glass and ash
Was the corpse of a beaten child,
Whose innocence was stolen.
Broken Hearts Don't Beat the Same
Broken hearts don’t beat the same
When you cut through all the strings,
Leaving me
With a broken melody,
No hope for a remedy,
Stuck here suffering off-key
While your heart is still intact;
A lovely symphony.
Our Broken Little Love Song
I loved a girl once,
Whose glassy eyes
Were as sharp as obsidian.
Whose lips contained secrets
I could feel when kissing them.
Her laugh was melodic,
Caressing my heart strings.
Making me feel the world
In a different key.
To me, she was perfect
In every way.
Except in her words,
So infrequent,
Yet containing so much pain.
I made the mistake of trying to fix her
When I couldn’t handle myself,
And so she left,
Just like everyone else.
When you love someone.
You’re supposed to let them go.
I didn’t realize that by letting you leave,
You would leave me so exposed.
So, now all I’m left with
Is a broken heart that doesn’t beat the same.
Because, your absence caused
A rhythmic disruption
When you cut through all my strings,
And now I’m stuck playing
A broken melody.
Can You See Me?
Can you see me?
Or are you blind?
Can you see me?
I’ve been here the entire time!
Can you see me?
I’m right here!
Can you see me?
It’s like, in your eyes, I’ve disappeared.
Can you see me?
Or do you just not care?
Can you see me?
It’s like I never was there.
Did you ever notice me?
A (Literal) Cry for Help
Help me!
I am fighting
I am not going down easy
But I am weakening
I don’t want this to last
Help me!
I am dying
And it doesn’t surprise me
That this is happening
I hope that this ends fast
Help me!
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