As I place the razor upon my wrist,
pierceing through,
sliceing my flesh,
cuting my viens,
embeading itself deep within,
I lay back staring,
at the empty pill bottle of pain killers,
that I bought upon this very day,
I close my eyes,
as I watch myself leaveing this world,
that was not meant for me,
seeing the pain I ounce had,
wash away as my death creeps near,
like a fog on a cool night after a heavy rain,
till its hard to see,
till a bright light comes to me,
with golden gates shut for me,
casting me down,
to a dark,
burning realm of pain.
This I guess is whats meant for me.
BY: Rob Bearden
What is the Answer
What do I do?
OH what do I do?
I'm here, but where is here?
Oh I see some one, she's talking to me.
But I cant tell what it is she's saying.
Which is to means,my minds not here.
If my minds not here,
Then where is it?
Cause I need it,
So I can quit this insanity,
The insanity caused by to many thoughts.
If there are too many thoughts,mt mind must be here,
To have them and control them.But it’s not helping anything,
Cause I cant stop thinking.Now I see her getting frustrated,
Fore she sees me confused,but confused,
Why confused?when I can’t tell if I’m here at all.
Or if I’m here,and my mind is gone.
Or if I am gone,and my mind is here.
And of all,is she even here,or am I going crazy,
And hallucinating her presence?But if I am hallucinating her presence,
My mind must be here,
or am I my mind thinking I’m whole and all here?
Please answer me that.
But wait,I can’t hear you,
So how can II tell what you’r saying?
I can’t,so I shall lay here, and wait.
But wait for what?
My mind?
My body?
My life?
My death?
Whats the answer?
I can’t tell yet,cause I need a solution,a solution to the problem.
But what is the problem?
By: Rob Bearden
As I swalow the pill,
I ready the rope,with a fashinable knot,with the grace of loop.
I step upon the chair placeing the rope over my head firmly,takeing a step to hear a thud.
I watch the world fade as it gets harder to breath,
watching the blood drip from my wrist,
where the razor embeaded it's self deep within.
It starts to darkin as the pain fades away.
Now the voices have stoped,
freeing me from the insanity of the world that wasn't meant for me,
that kept me imprisoned,
within a hell all of it's own
By: Rob Bearden
Loss of Love
I have no wounds
Visible to the eye,
But still i die from them.
They're cut too deep,
Without an inch.
They bleed deep red,
Without a drip.
Sink into my soul,
Which is keeping me whole.
While i fall apart.
Stabbing more every minute.
Shredding without a mark.
I cant believe you
Left me here in the dark.
The dark that can kill,
Or make a person deeply ill.
Why did u do this to me?
Why did you leave me?
Answer me is all I ask.
Tell me why,
Before this darkness takes my soul.
By: Robert Coleman Bearden