Empty Handed – When I Was 16, I Killed Myself 0

when I was 16, I killed myself.
I don’t laugh anymore. When I was 16, I killed myself. "Choose life, choose a family” and I whispered no. I remember your shaking voice when I let you down.but did you see the tears I shed when you took another sip. You had the look in your eyes that said it all, but believe me when I say I used to love my life. But you took that from me and I keep dreaming.. I keep wishing. I always wondered how it would be without you. I drank the last coffee and wrote it down: My whole life.the bitter taste of all the memories when you touched my hands.swallowed down, forgotten.. but I will never forgive. I light a cigarette and think of all my favorite scenes.just to forget the sound of your voice. I take a deep breath trying to feel it inside my hands.nothing but a memory fading into the atmosphere.

Now I am on my own. I am finally free. I am who I used to be.. No more thoughts holding me back. I won over you. No more regrets keeping me down. I lost everything. Expectations kept me awake and I woke up every night. When the first tear dropped, I knew I couldn’t change a thing. My dreams seemed endless but I left life for a better place. I am disenchanted. We are all the same.nothing changes. No one cares. We are all the same. If life scares you to death, you and me: we feel the same. We feel the same.