My mind is racing,
Searching through my brain,
Searching for a hopeful thought of suicide.
My eyes, red and swollen,
My spirit demolished,
All my pain risen from the depths of nothingness.
The deep black hole in my heart,
Slowly growing larger,
Wanting to create a verdict.
The agony of my world,
Exceeding it's limits,
Wanting to go farther in this race against time.
Maybe God will answer my prayers,
He'll send something to end me,
So I don't have to commit the sin.
What is there left living for?
My anticipation judging my knowledge,
Searching for logic to this emptiness,
As I feel desloate.
This darkness, I want to fade,
I want light to break through and appear,
Sweet, warmthening light.
I wish to wake up from this nightmare,
And everything will be right again,
My nightmare will be non-existence.
For this nightmare is my life,
I need to wake up to the soft clouds of heaven,
That is where I will find my light,
And finally escape the darkness
Everything that had meaning to me,
Will dissapear,
And meaning will have no more,
And this pure rapture will be everlasting
By : Sasha Renaud
Delicate desires found in the threads of love,
Names with reflection and hurt,
Soft hands feel the dead orchids,
Body and soul empty,
Your legacy hot,
Twisted wants make you.
Lust takes over,
Taking over your thoughts,
Wanting more.
Wanting the sweet pleasures of life,
The simplest things that make us happy.
All of our frail dreams and hopes,
The things we live for,
All of our delicate desires.
By : Sasha Renaud
In rememberance of Eric Marshall Rest in peace, I love you.
Don't grieve for me, For now I am free.
I am following the path that was laid out for me
I took God's hand when I heard him call,
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day,
To laugh, to love, to work or play,
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
I found that place at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void, then,
Fill it with remembered joy,
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss.
Ah yes, these things, I too, will miss.
Be not burdened with time's of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tommorow,
My life's been full, I savoured much,
Good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undo grief,
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on a ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Author Unknown
It kills me not to hear your voice,
I almost go insane,
And when I actually get what I want,
It wasn't worth the pain,
You treat me like you care so much,
As if I'm everything to you,
And as days go on, the sun will set,
There'd be nothing you'd want to do,
I like you so much, but what do I think,
When my eyes will burn from tears,
The only thing that runs through my mind,
Is all the blistering fears,
When I know your unhappy, it sadens me too,
But you don't ever understand,
There's a part for both of us, yes, it's true,
So this time, you hold my hand,
I want this to work, so much I do,
But it doesnt help when you aren't here,
That's all the comfort I will ever need,
Is knowing you are near,
By : Ashton Liban
I place my hands across my face
tears of happiness,
trickle and race.
I'm so sorry,
I cannot be with you,
but it's worth alot,
to know that we're not shot,
that you still love me so.
This knowing shelters me from harm,
builds me a hut,
held be your arm,
to stand under when your not nearby.
This knowing tows me to the top,
when I refuse to try.
This knowing makes me happy,
keeps my eyes glowing.
This knowing will give me the warmth,
when I'm outside and its snowing
This knowing gets noticed,
and keeps on showing.
You are my good side.
This knowing makes me obey it,
and I abide.
This knowing was before and ahead of us,
till next we reach it,
we're already growing.
By : Lee McClelland
What I want, I cannot find,
because you cannot search for the unknown.
Things between us are blown,
so confused, one minute i'm missing you,
the next I regret nothing.
I don't know what I expect to happen,
not even sure if anything is left to occur.
Pleasure, is this all that it was about?
Tell me now, for I am in doubt.
Did you mean what you said,
Or was it some tactic to control my head?
Crawl inside my skin,
this is where all our problems begin.
Could I trust what you said,
or should I just move on,
Let memories of you be dead?
Is that where they belong?
I believe so, but then why can I not let them go.
By : Kassy Bouchard