Biography of Christopher's Dead
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I have suffered from clinical depression for the majority of the last four years of my life. I have cut and tried to commit suicide multiple times. I have also had to deal with bipolar disorder. But much of this has changed.
I am now a much happier person, and I am not nor have I ever been on any medication, and I try my best to love everyone and especially all my friends. The world seems beautiful to me again, and I will try my best to help out anyone who is sad or suicidal because I don't want anyone to feel lonely or die. I love writing and I love music, I play piano and write songs. I really like listening to punk rock and sceamo and classic rock. I am really just a big teddy bear though so if anyone ever wants to talk just message me and I hope I will be able to make you feel better.
Christopher's Dead Poems
*(I Remember) When Suicide Was Just A ...
Do you know what I’d give What I got, what I’d give to go back? Do you know that I’d give Up my life just as easy as anything?
*is Society To Blame?
She was beautiful But she didn't see beauty like I saw it She was undefined, prone to cry Just a little undeveloped
*do You Believe In True Love? I Believe ...
What’s the meaning of this? The meaning of all these selfish lies That we keep bottled up inside So hard to hide
A Short Story About Killing Myself
Seen the cut surrounded by dry blood. Must have irritated it through the crashing all around me. Wipe it dry, clean, but where’s the fun in that. Avoid exacerbation yet still suffer in excess. Why not make the pain, the sorrow poor out, hopefully there won’t be anything left inside. Gripping tightly, stab the wound over my heart back open; rip back quickly to greater irritate the skin.
*94- Is On The Right
I’m the man behind the bars We talk through walls and I wonder how I got here I’m a boy, I’m a little too trusting And I can’t help wondering what you think of me
“Forgive me, Forgive me not” The wind breathes Heavy in remorse.
*i'Ll Always Come Back For More
I had a dream, I had a dream That I saw you taking your clothes off Your body glistening through the window lit by candle You saw me stare, you didn’t care
*finding Love In Romance
She said that one day she might come back But this is how it's been for years I walk on tight ropes and stay too close to the glass And I hide from my greatest fears
*death Of Me/Not Ready When You Are
How do I forget, I feel beside it yet, That you're the one who hates Despite all the discretion that we make
*nothing More We Can Do Now (Sunrise, Su...
It goes down thick With a hole in your chest I got 99 problems And 98 grand in debt
*look In The Mirror Kids, You'Re Beautif...
Today, I thought I'd write a song About the way your body glistens in the moonlight But this is not that song No this is not that song
*hey Little One
Hey Little One You’re the pretty one A concept girl Going home for the weekend
It Wouldn’t Hurt So Bad If We Didn’t Pre...
I’m not good enough anymore I’m not everything you want I rest my thoughts against your bed You try to wipe away my tears, lift up my head
*high School Romance (Just A Teenage Gir...
She wears a black bar over her eyes so you don't have to see her Or at least she believes so if she can't see you And her skin sticks to her clothing, pulsing sweat from the sunlight If you get under that bar long enough you'll stick like glue
An Ode To The Heartfelt
An ode to the heartfelt, the cheapest of tears
That plague down on a sunshine like militant cheers
Of the sorrowful ones holding sorrow so near,
Makes your other half sorrowful, broken, and sheared.
From the laugh to the cry, not a second removed,
From heartfelt to heartfelt, so focused intrude
On the mind, just a box duct taped, stapled, and glued
To the bloodied brain stained by the days I hurt you.