From
the silence of the mind comes the screams of the voices.
Listen to them and tell me what they say.
Kill you? Kill me? Does it really matter as long as one of us ends up gone.
I promise to miss you if it ends up being you.
Suicide... is it really for the weak?
Or are those who are too weak to committ it just trying to make themselves feel
better?
Cant draw the blade across your skin?
Cant pull the trigger?
So who is really the weak one then?
Dont blame the strong for
your
fears of whats to come.
For it is not their fault.
does all this really mean anything?
Probably not.
Do you actually count in this life?
Probably not.
Will people remember you when you are gone? Maybe for a while, but eventually,
probably not.
Will i cry?
Yes.
I do not cry
for you, or what you
stood
for.
I do not cry for what you
meant
to me.
I cry for myself because that is the selfish bitch i am.
Okay, delusion is a
wonderful
thing at times.
-mindless ramblings of meg.
M. Swanson
©2003