Suicide Sad but True
The voices make you blue
This is sad but true
Now suicide is waiting for you
This is sad but true
Pills seem to be the way now
This sad but true
The bottle is waiting
This is sad but true
What are you to do
This sad but true
Now you swallow all but two
This is sad but true
As your skin turns blue
This is sad but true
Your friend breathes into you
This is sad but true
How did this not work for you
This is sad but true
You just wanted to die too
This is sad but true
Maybe next time will do
This is sad but true
You pray the knife will cut you into
This is sad but true
What they have done to you
This is sad but true
Now this will have to do
This sad but true
Now it is done for you
This is but true
Suicide
The voices make you blue
This is sad but true
Now suicide is waiting for you
This is sad but true
Pills seem to be the way now
This sad but true
The bottle is waiting
This is sad but true
What are you to do
This sad but true
Now you swallow all but two
This is sad but true
As your skin turns blue
This is sad but true
Your friend breathes into you
This is sad but true
How did this not work for you
This is sad but true
You just wanted to die too
This is sad but true
Maybe next time will do
This is sad but true
You pray the knife will cut you into
This is sad but true
What they have done to you
This is sad but true
Now this will have to do
This sad but true
Now it is done for you
This is but true
Suicide
suicide, suicide how i wish i were dead
suicide, suicide this would cure it all
suicide, suicide i haven't far to fall
suicide, suicide now on my knees i crawl
suicide, suicide please release me from your pawl
Woke up this morning
Woke up this morning
Trying hard to hide my melancholy
I joined you for breakfast
And we continued our lie
Every day it is similar
You are cheery
And so am I
Our terrible lie
Can you imagine a time
When we awoke and did not speak
Realizing our moods would cause tension
Tension caused by too little life?
I do wish sometimes
As I leave for work sullenly
Dreading the day already
Weeping far within
The lie, terrible and unending
Would cease to be
And I would know the real you
And you the real me
But, the lie drags on for now
For it is not written in the stars
And perhaps it will never be
I am my own companion
The dreaded truth
Gathered in a lifetime
Sentenced for an eternity
Realized too late
The Sad Day
When friends shall shake their heads, and say
Of miserable me--
'Hark, how he groans!
Look, how he pants for breath!
See how he struggles with the pangs of death!'
When they shall say of these dear eyes--
'How hollow, O how dim they be!
Mark how his breast doth rise and swell
Against his potent enemy!'
When some old friend shall step to my bedside,
Touch my chill face, and thence shall gently slide.
But--when his next companions say
'How does he do? What hopes?'--shall turn away,
Answering only, with a lift-up hand--
'Who can his fate withstand?'
Then shall a gasp or two do more
Than e'er my rhetoric could before:
Persuade the world to trouble me no more!
From The Long Sad Party
From The Long Sad Party
Someone was saying
something about shadows covering the field, about
how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning
and the morning goes.
Someone was saying
how the wind dies down but comes back,
how shells are the coffins of wind
but the weather continues.
It was a long night
and someone said something about the moon shedding its
white
on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead
but more of the same.
Someone mentioned
a city she had been in before the war, a room with two
candles
against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching.
We begin to believe
the night would not end.
Someone was saying the music was over and no one had
noticed.
Then someone said something about the planets, about the
stars,
how small they were, how far away.
something about shadows covering the field, about
how things pass, how one sleeps towards morning
and the morning goes.
Someone was saying
how the wind dies down but comes back,
how shells are the coffins of wind
but the weather continues.
It was a long night
and someone said something about the moon shedding its
white
on the cold field, that there was nothing ahead
but more of the same.
Someone mentioned
a city she had been in before the war, a room with two
candles
against a wall, someone dancing, someone watching.
We begin to believe
the night would not end.
Someone was saying the music was over and no one had
noticed.
Then someone said something about the planets, about the
stars,
how small they were, how far away.
