suicide on a sunny day. it's kind of ironic in a way,
to die in the light and know that nothing will be okay.
that nothing will be alright.
white chalk. sidewalk. markings on the ground.
what are you thinking now?
i can no longer hold your hand, no longer make a sound.
death is not forever. death is not our last goodbye.
death is simply a blessing we look to in the sky.
dying is not a feeling, but simply a release.
death is not the end, but a chance to find some peace.
suicide on a sunny day. it never really mattered anyway.
everything we've done, forget it.
everything we've done, forget it all.
precious memories can be vicious.
precious memories can make you fall.
they can help you fall.
suicide on a sunny day. it's kind of ironic in a way,
to die in the light and know that nothing will be okay.
that nothing will be alright.
please don't miss me. we'll meet again someday.
nobody makes it out alive anyways.
 ciarawrestledabearonce · Sat Sep 12, 2009 @ 02:40am · 0 Comments |
