Suicidally Yours, The Moonlight Poet

the noise that echoed in my mind has quieted... the words are now lost to me... as the collapse of my stability has completed... ...it’s all so quiet and alone now...

With all the chaotic sounds screeching in my mind...it's a wonder why i can't find the means to express a thought...

sing until your throat is raw and hoarse and pray that it’ll make the pain go away...

nothing more painful than giving everything you have and everything you can to someone and them being mad at you demanding more...guess i’ve never been enough...

The plans have been made Soon the final day will rise Never again will the hurt grip me For I will be free of its lies My eyes will close and I will dream Finally I will lay my head and rest The pen written its final verse It is time to put an end to this test...