Hello, Goodbye.

Ever love something and then it's taken from you?
You give it your heart and then they break it in two.
You wanna feel bliss but then hatred scrapes through,
and the thought of happiness becomes a sacred jitsu.

You think this is it, I can finally breathe in peace,
until the dream's complete and your reach recedes.
Nobody hears your pleas or screams, so please just think before you speak cuz nobody seems to believe that grief can kill quicker than hanging from a tree...

Life dangles hope at the end of a string,
as you choke on it cuz it's stuck in your teeth.
You weep into sheets just trying to sleep,
cuz being awake leaves your mind unleashed.

You stare at your wrists or that balcony ledge,
thinking that's it... how to make my agony end.
You've hit your limits, pushed over the edge,
and nothing in life is worth continuing to pretend.
You can't defend the reasons you're always sad,
or come up for excuses why you cannot laugh.
So you tell someone you'll be right back,
and walk into traffic, killed by somebody's dad.
That's the end for you, there's no more pain,
no more hearing voices or feelings of going insane.
No more hard choices or struggle with self restraint,
just a trail of blood for your loved ones to claim.
They mourn for a bit and cry at your funeral,
pay a service expense and everything is beautiful.
As time goes by, they begin to forget about you,
and when they go, so will the stories too...
So your death meant nothing, much like your life,
and if you're sitting there on another side,
that depression returns, only this time,
you're unable to escape courtesy of a Semi.

Nice piece here. Deep.

Speechless other than I keep memories and legacies alive, at least trying to…

This is so deep
Emotions there
Flow well done
nicely written

I liked the dark tone of it. How depressive suicidal thoughts lead to death, but in death you're still unable to discard the anxiety and depression that haunted you in life.

"Nobody hears your pleas or screams, so please just think before you speak cuz nobody seems to believe that grief can kill quicker than hanging from a tree"

This stuck out to me, because I felt there was a double meaning found therein. Maybe not. But hanging one's self isn't necessarily a quick death. There's the possibility of breaking your neck, which wouldn't instantly kill you, and biting down on your tongue, leading to blood loss that could hinder your ability to breath and give you a sense of drowning. So when you say that "grief can kill quicker" I take it as grief in itself can lead to death, quick or slow, and be torturous all the same.