Suicidal Thoughts Poem by Jonas Blueford

My heart is in pain
Leaving nothing but a permanent stain
Throwing myself into a constant grave
Losing you is like a continuous wave of pain

Putting a nine to my brain
Pulling this metaphorical chain
If beauty was a picture…
You would be made with a frame

Your lips is my nectar
Your eyes was my guidance
And your body is an addiction
That's why it's hard to be without it

I mean…
What's a king without his queen… you
Got me catching this love like disease
I'm lost in this emotional trauma

Got me going back and forth like a relay
Playing games,
ready to chase like second place
If dreams were real

I would be face to face
In a dark place staring in your eyes
Lost and out of place
Because I been hurt so much
I don't think I can take one more heart break…