Last Words of the Dying Heart

Words from the author:

These words are my deepest treasures, greatest regrets, and my darkest secrets. To hold these words deep in someone's heart would be an act of suicide.

Leap of Faith

Jump, it's not that far down.

You won't even feel it when you hit the ground.

I look over the edge with a mind full of hurt.

Chest getting tighter, breathing quickens, a heat pulsating from under my shirt.

Hey man, listen, you gotta trust me.

Just close your eyes that way you won't be able to see.

Take a leap of faith, faith that this will end the pain.

Faith that this will drive out the voices driving you insane.

I close my eyes, and step over the ledge.

It feels like I'm flying the moment I leave the edge.

I fall for just a second, my mind becomes clear.

I lose my emotions, my worry, and all my fears.

Only Human

Stop.

Think about what you're doing. Is it worth it?

Breathe.

Stop thinking for a minute, and take the time to forget.

Don't.

Don't cut any deeper, let it heal.

Forgive.

Forgive yourself, forgive others, no matter how much anger you feel.

Realise that you can only control a number of things.

Cause if you worry about everything at once, it'll suck away your soul with its demonic fangs.

Just remember that you're only here for one lifetime.

Human.

Remember you're only human, and that loving, caring and feeling is never a crime.

Remembering Lips

I'm craving the taste of your sweet lips. The lips that gave me life 2 weeks ago and also left me wheezing for more.

The lips that gave me the taste of honey in subtle sips and also spoke lies that wanted to even the score.

The lips that I used to urge to speak the language of tenderness , but when they finally spoke it left me nothing but broken.

The lips that left me mesmerized, and hypnotized, gave me bliss, my soul awoken.

The lips that kissed my forehead, right before they walked out my life.

The lips that swore one day they'll be my wife.

You see sometimes, I find myself in daydream about those lips that I used to plead for.

But they were nothing but translators of the desires. Well, isn't that what lips are for.

Hush

Hush.

Hush Sweet child, and wipe away those tears.

Hush while my voice soothes you and I kiss away your fears.

Hush.

Hush my love as tomorrow is another day.

Hush my darling, you need not worry what those bullies say.

I know they kick. I know they mock, pick, and tease.

But hush, could you just hush for Mommy please?

Hush while I make up another story about how it isn't so bad.

Hush while I tell you about your father, and a different life you could've had.

Hush while I promise things will get better soon.

Hush because "Time heals all wounds"

Hush and fall deep in my sweet embrace.

Hush, and feel safe, in a child's place.

Non-existent

My blood turns ice cold as these rhymes are too bold to be said.

But the words are blasting loud like speakers in my head, and I regret, all the motions I never set, and I'm willing to bet, that my life would better if I was just non-existent.