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To Be or Not To Be?

I’d like a little peace, I’d like a little noise

I wanna get wrecked and hang with the boys

I wanna get out, I wanna be me

To live or die, to be or not to be?

  

I wanna have some fun, I wanna be with my bloke

Spinning in an endless circle of cigarette smoke

I wanna be dancing, out of my head

Maybe I should try drugs for that extra buzz instead?

Play the music low, play the music loud,

My head is stuck in the smoggy black cloud

The hate is building up, the anger’s getting worse

I wanna be driven to hell in the back of a hurst 

I wanna be dead, I don’t want to be alive

Because all I do is get depressed and cry out my eyes

Until I’m blinded by the light, I wanna starve myself to death

I wanna try everything, to take my last breath

I wanna get stoned, I wanna be high

Smoke everything to hell and back, learn how to fly

I wanna be happy, I really need to smile

I wanna be killed, I wanna die in style.

I wanna do what I want: however, whenever, whatever

I wanna be alone, I want us to be together

I’m aching for his touch and the warmth of his hand

But no-one knows how much, no-one understands.

  

I want nothing, I want it all, I want it now

I’m a bomb waiting to explode into a full blown row

I want the taste of freedom, the freedom of life

I want to blow my head off, cut my heart out with a knife,

To live or die, to be or not to be?

Sleep perchance to dream, nothing is free.

 

Crazy days, crazy lady and nothing is right,

I mess everything up try as hard as I might.

The night rolls in, the thunderclouds are angry and set,

And I’m caught, trapped by the wonderful mesh of life’s fishing net.

The taste of smoke, the smell of nicotine,

I wish I was a junky trying to be clean,

I wish I was a complete, hopeless utter wreck

So I could have an excuse for the noose tight around my neck.

My silver is gold, my love is innocent and white

My skin is brown, night after night,

I wish I wasn’t who I am I wish I wasn’t me

To live or die, to be or not to be?

 

Opposites attract me, sin is my temptation,

I wanna live out pictures in my imagination

Why do I bother?  Why do I care?

I should be me, let them all stare

Be who I am, be who I like

I wish I could runaway, cycle off on my bike,

Drive away my car, wait in the middle of the road

Wait for the truck.  Wait to explode.

  

The men in black are careful, invisible they remain

I wish the men in white would come and take me away.

 

I’m tired of working, waiting, tired of this game,

I want someone I can love forever and someone else to blame.

Sleepless night after sleepless night, the stars drown in the dark,

Broken hearts don’t heal, and they don’t leave any visible marks,

And thoughts are not thought out-loud, because they’re written in the wind,

Whispered words like prayers: Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned.

From early days of childhood to endless nights of old age,

Emotions of anger swirling inside forming a maddening rage,

Release the pain, unload the mind,

It’s time to be, cruel to be kind.

 

Words of advice and loyalty and empathy and understanding

But they don’t ease the situation and life’s bumpy landing,

Words aren’t enough to cure the hidden depression

Living in an enclosed sheltered world and life of repression.

People I love – loved, turning their backs on me,

To live or die, to be or not to be?

 

Betrayal, mistrust, where is that infallible support and love?

Paranoia, absent self-esteem, and tears.  Is there a God above?

Religion is a subject, no longer a faith in my heart

Feeling like life will be same-ish until the day I depart.

If such things as spirit, soul, hope and happiness exist

Why must feelings of loneliness, sadness, anger and monotony persist?

The feeling that I’m standing still, going backwards, going nowhere.

And no-one knows whilst everyone makes it unfair,

Making home my prison, enforcing so many regulations and rules

Which is why I need to get away, stop playing the fool;

To build a new life, just to be me

To live or die, to be or not to be?

 

Institutions, politics, economics, moralists; adults everywhere alike

Give lessons in everything but that of real life,

Solving problems of the mind, they just haven’t got a clue

Which leaves me here, not knowing what to do;

So I wander alone; rejected; and confused.

Abandoned by loved ones, left alone to be abused

And no-one knows, understands, they wouldn’t hazard a guess

That this is what I feel like, so much pain, hurt and distress.

 

Putting on an act, putting on a front

Wondering how much longer, I can possibly keep this up?

Wanting to cry presently trying to enjoy the ringing laughter

Saving all the tears, saving all the drama for after

When I’m at home, alone with the music playing low

Or in complete silence in the darkness letting myself go

But the sobbing’s not permitted, someone will hear me cry

Wanting to die

I must be quiet, so my body convulses and shakes instead

And the bond of maternity can’t even see my tears as I’m lying in my bed.

I want to be unborn, just want to escape

Unable to find my brave crusader tighted and caped

To free me from my mind, my soul, my spirit, my body

To live or die, to be or not to be?

 

Never hold back my darling, secrets and worries eat away inside

Don’t ever pretend to me, please don’t ever disguise

Your emotions because know that I will never walk away

I’m here for you now, every tomorrow and each yesterday.

Believe in faith, trust instinct and respect honesty

To live or die, to be or not to be?

 

Uncertain of the future’s entity, what does it hold?

The strength of your love is true and that is my gold.

Dangerous appointments to the doctors needing to be arranged

Will I ever be in love enough to be engaged?

Dangerous flight arrangements to be scheduled and organised

Knowing the hurt is killing me and it has to be covered with lies.

Dangerous friendships turning into something so much more

And no amount of love and care from friends will find me the cure.

Always in a predicament and it sometimes involves

My love, be whoever he may be, but it’s never resolved

Past and present love, old love and new

There is no difference in our affections, the payment is never due

Because where can it lead?  Where can it possibly go?

No longer wanting to Let It Be or to Go With The Flow

Over and over, thought after constant thought, wishes and dreams;

The following is what it all leads back to, however it may seem:

 

You’re always on my mind, daydreams of whatever

Wondering how much longer we will be together

Truth be known, I always want you there

And this whole situation is just so damn unfair.

I’m lost for words when I’m with you, I really don’t know why

Everything on the downlow, living an outright and blatant lie

Endless moments I wish for, perfect frames of time

Can I keep you forever?  Will you promise to always be mine?

Why do you ignore me?  What have I done?  Why don’t you care?

We had such a close friendship and now we’re at nowhere

Such strong emotions, they won’t leave me alone

Memories of pathways, built in sunshine with pebbles and stones.

The dawn you held me, the night you cried

The night my trust in you, by the fire died.

 

Life is full of chance, but there are so many closed doors

And still if you want me, I will always be yours.

Trust me please, believe what I say

I’ll love you tomorrow, and each and every other day.

But how can this work, how can it be?

To live or die, to be or not to be?

Help

 

Introduction

 

Why do I even bother writing stuff on to paper?

Only to depress myself by reading it later,

Memories forever dwell upon my mind

And not knowing what the future holds makes me want to cry

Knowing I’m f*cking up here, now, this very moment

But I have the answer so why do I torment

Myself?  Why don’t I bother to try and help

Myself out of this mess I’ve put myself in?  I’ve never felt

Like this in the whole of my life and why now?

I just can’t get myself out of the hole, but somehow,

Somewhere, in my thoughts, I know exactly what to do,

It’s a question I seriously need to answer and soon.

And I know other people think it’s all down to laziness –

It’s not – I just haven’t the motivation and I couldn’t care less,

But in a way I do, because I really do want to succeed –

It’s a case of needing to, but too much has already intervened.

I keep thinking of the two years that have gone and now it’s all too late

Under so much pressure, it’s all such a mess and my life I need to recreate

Or I’ll die.  I’ll be jealous. I’ll make even more mistakes

And that’s something I can’t afford to do and so I fake,

I lie to everyone I need to, whoever’s around asking, digging my grave

So maybe I should do it again: suicide’s slave

And do it really obviously so everyone knows

And on this note, I bring my introduction to a close.

 

Chapter 1

 

I’ve got to stop thinking, even for just a minute

But it’s impossible – something’s always on my mind.

I’ve got to stop doing what I’m doing

I’ve got to stop but I don’t know how

What is WRONG with me?

I’ll end up crying myself to death

And people will be asking ‘why?’

F*ck people, no use for nothing.

Why does God insist on keeping me here?

When all I do is write stupid poems

And try and kill myself with depression,

He didn’t even let me fall asleep by taking those pills

I’ll do it properly next time with a note and everything

I just want to die I really do

I don’t want to be here, you just haven’t got a clue

Somebody help me before I do it again

But no-one is listening so I guess it’s just my fate,

It’s not like I see me anywhere in the future

Living my life: I see nothing, it’s just an empty space.

And blank.  And dark.  Crammed with ‘nothing’.

Just air.  Just imagine that.  And that’s what I face

And I can’t manage it so I just want to go

But still God doesn’t hear me and still doesn’t take my life,

He leaves me sitting here, alone, waiting for the night

He leaves me, alone, with my depressing inner voice

And it’s all f*cked.  And He knows.

And still He doesn’t help.  God, where are You?

Why won’t You help?  I’m asking for Your help to please get me through

And still You’re just staring, laughing with ‘I told you so’

Look, either You want me to die, or You want me to live,

Just get whichever over with, just let me know

But You just give me this f*cking silence all around

You send a panic through me, You won’t help me out

You send me into a spiral of mess and doom

Why won’t You do something?  Give me a sign,

Anything: for whichever way: life or death

And I’ll go on from that, and I won’t look back

But You’re not hearing me, or I’m not hearing You

Or maybe You just don’t exist?

Anything please?  The Sign.  Anything will do.

Why do I have this torment in my soul?  My brain?  My head?

In my mind?  In my eyes?  Just give me a sign.

I don’t want to wake up anymore after I sleep

Because, I don’t know, I just want to be dead.

I wish I had some kind of weird, imminent disease

That came from the middle of nowhere

Why can’t You do that?

I used to be so innocent, little and sweet

And now people hate me – nothing’s new.

I used to know where I wanted to go, and how,

And now I don’t.  So what went wrong?

Some weird mind disease.

 

Chapter 2

 

So here we are all over again, same place, same time, same me

And still God hasn’t given me a sign – why?

I guess He doesn’t care or does He want me to sort it out?

It’s a bit late for that so I’m still thinking of death

Except I have no money for anything that can kill me.

I cried myself to sleep last night – nobody knows

Except maybe God of course, but He didn’t do anything to make me stop,

He just looks on, looks all around and carries on His ‘life’

Staring at me, wherever He is, repeating over and over,

His words, I’m tired of them: ‘I told you so I told you so’

Why won’t they leave me alone?: – Voices in my head

Speaking to me as if they were people trying to help,

But there’s so many I don’t know which one to choose,

Which one is right?  But then if I do [choose] another voice says ‘No,’ and interferes

‘Who cares?’ it says and so then I go with that voice

And I carry on getting f*cked and I know that’s right

I mean wrong – what am I saying?  You see what I mean?

I don’t know what I’m doing sometimes and that pisses me off,

I can’t even remember what I’ve done some days

And I try to look back on the last two weeks asking myself what I’ve done

And I don’t remember – my memory fails – why?

I have to think about it – really hard, consciously make an effort

Isn’t that quite odd?  Why should that happen?

I don’t understand.

Why am I like how I am?  How?  I don’t know –

My answer to everything and it stresses people out

People think they understand and I don’t understand that

How can they know what I feel, what I think about my life,

They just don’t, they can’t, only I know

And that makes it worse that I’m on my own, by myself

In every single way, to every place I go, with whoever I meet

I’m so inconsistent, whilst these thousand voices sound off in my head

While I’m saying whatever to someone.  I’m fed up of them,

I want them to stop, they got me here in the first place

Doubting my ability, doubting my faith, doubting life, doubting me

Always negative, a critical analysis of my entire past and always something new

Something different to say, and they don’t stop.

My thinking process needs to stopped and then I guess what other people think

And that makes me feel worse because I don’t really know

And I wish I did, but then is that the truth?

But I don’t know anymore and I’m so confused

I want to go both ways but that’s impossible – I can’t.

You think I’m crazy, you think I’m insane

A mild case of paranoia-schizophrenia-or-something, think what you like

But on other occasions I can be so completely normal

It’s so weird to explain and that’s why I think you think I’m mad.

I’m an insignificant speck of dust like the faintest star in the skies

Please tell me, is there something wrong with my and how and why?

Is there a cure?

So I cry and I pray to God He gives me death

But again I woke up this morning and I thought ‘Thanks (!)’

Why is suffocation so violent?  I wish it wasn’t.  And hanging is so painful

And sleeping pills made me feel sick I should have gone to sleep

I can’t even kill myself and get that right how pathetic am I?

I wish I could cut out my eyes and give them away

They cry and don’t stop and they force me to see and to look

At who and what I am, what I was and what I will or might or could be

I’m tired of it all.  I’m just so tired.  So sick of everything.  So sick of life.

Sick of doing everything wrong.

I want to close these dreadful eyes forever so noone else can see.

Because I’m just so sick of everything.

So sick of me.

Suicide

Empty house. Empty room. Empty head.
Nothing is said.
I get thinking. Irritating things, thoughts.
But it’s all I do. Think. Endless dreams, mind courts.
Fantasy blurs. With reality. It can’t be true.
Streaming tears. Run down my face. What can I do?
Empty head. Empty heart. Empty soul.
Pitch black. Darkness. Suffocate. Me.
No light. Ever. Nothing is to be.
Danger. Danger. Silent sirens blaring in my head.
My life. Hangs. In the Balance. By a fraying thread.
A hug. A kiss. Two. Not one.
The candle burns out. He is gone.
Cold room. Cold night. Me. By myself. Alone.
Red red eyes. Crouched down on my own.
Empty soul. Empty heart. Empty head.
Empty house. Empty room. Death take me. Instead.
Empty body. Empty thoughts.
Cold. Just me. Dead.