Slipping into the abyss
you reach out for me
grab not my hand
but my heart
At once I am a tender soul
but I've learned too late
what it is to love
Not even love can save you now
maybe in days past
maybe if you'd known
Slipping into the abyss
you reach out for me
grab not my hand
but my heart
At once I am a tender soul
but I've learned too late
what it is to love
Not even love can save you now
maybe in days past
maybe if you'd known
Coin operated boy. Sitting on the shelf, he is just a toy. But I turn him on, and he comes to life. Automatic Joy, that is why I want a coin operated boy.
I guess I should explain this a little...
Kody was a good friend of mine that commited suicide about 2 years ago. We were very close for a long time, but we'd drifted apart during the chaotic years of highschool. The night he died, I was in a friends basement, goofing around, when I felt horrible and panicked. When I turned around, for a split second, I saw a body hanging from the rafters of her basement. I found out later that when I felt/saw this, was nearly the exact time of his death. I've always felt guilty about it, and like I should've tried harder to prevent it. Though this probably wasn't the best place for this poem, I had to get some of this off of my chest. I felt that this was a supportive place to allow me to do so.
Thank you,
Uni
Coin operated boy. Sitting on the shelf, he is just a toy. But I turn him on, and he comes to life. Automatic Joy, that is why I want a coin operated boy.
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