Don't let the title deceive you.. the poem is not that Life Isn't Over, it's just a title. theres a far bigger meaning (well to me.. some might not understand). so review.. i've had a shitty ass day, and I don't feel like being all happy go lucky.. so ya get what ya get
enjoi!
meL*
Life isn't over, life is only over;
When the life is sucked from your body,
The blood in your veins stop dripping to the floor.
When you are lying on the floor,
Trying to catch your breath.
Grasping, reaching for the hope in the clouds,
The heaven everyone says is truly above.
Life seems much more simpler,
When the blade is pressed against your wrist,
And your worries flow with your blood.
Emptying your system, slowly.
Every breath feels like your last,
But more keeps flowing through.
The blood draining from your body,
Like a slow dialysis machine,
Pulling the life in a slow motion form.
Watching yourself float away,
From high up in the sky.
Watching the ones that claimed to love you, grieve.
Everyone you know hated you, cry.
The popular and the jocks finally understand why.
Why people are dying,
One after another, and they're not their friends.
Why people are dying,
When they know it's really them.
Life isn't over, life is only over;
When the life is sucked from your body,
The blood in your veins stop dripping to the floor.
