Couldn't find a writing thread, so here goes

[SuicidalSymphonies]

I'll be here
At the bus stop
No drop off
Just pickup

Will you wait with me, my friend?
I guess that probably depends
Your bus may be the next they send

I'll be here a little while
New arrivals
Greet with a smile

"How long have you been waiting here?"
"Oh, not too long, just half a year."

H.P 2019

 

[Im2high4this]

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies

God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict shit

No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked

Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise

Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

All my life I been considered as the worst

Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion

She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger

I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two

Who's to blame for both of them?

I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit

Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

And squeeze until the bed's completely red

I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head

The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe

Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave

I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

But nah, you wouldn't understand

You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack

Except when I cross over, there ain't no
Coming' back

Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street

People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone

She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on

I reach my peak, I can't speak

Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak

I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'

Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'

(Gunshot)

 

[SuicidalSymphonies]

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies

God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict shit

No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked

Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise

Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

All my life I been considered as the worst

Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion

She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger

I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two

Who's to blame for both of them?

I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit

Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

And squeeze until the bed's completely red

I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head

The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe

Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave

I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

But nah, you wouldn't understand

You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack

Except when I cross over, there ain't no
Coming' back

Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street

People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone

She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on

I reach my peak, I can't speak

Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak

I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'

Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'

(Gunshot)

Well written and heartfelt.

 

[Sweet emotion]

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies

God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict shit

No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked

Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise

Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

All my life I been considered as the worst

Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion

She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger

I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

My baby mother's eight months, her little sister's two

Who's to blame for both of them?

I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit

Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

And squeeze until the bed's completely red

I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddha head

The stress is buildin' up, I can't— I can't believe

Suicide's on my fuckin' mind, I wanna leave

I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me

But nah, you wouldn't understand

You see it's kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack

Except when I cross over, there ain't no
Coming' back

Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street

People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

My baby mama kiss me, but she glad I'm gone

She know me and her sister had somethin' goin' on

I reach my peak, I can't speak

Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak

I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin'

Matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'

(Gunshot)

You wrote this? Or is it lyrics from a song?

 

[SuicidalSymphonies]

You wrote this? Or is it lyrics from a song?

I wrote this myself.

 

[Im2high4this]

You wrote this? Or is it lyrics from a song?

Biggie smalls- suicide thoughts.

I did not write that. YouTube it. I rap myself....but that song is like the realist shit I've ever heard. I have a song about suicide but it's his track just...makes it real...

 

[Sweet emotion]

Biggie smalls- suicide thoughts.

I did not write that. YouTube it. I rap myself....but that song is like the realist shit I've ever heard. I have a song about suicide but it's his track just...makes it real...

I thought it sounded familiar. I don't listen to rap but I know I've heard those lyrics before...yeah they're pretty amazing lyrics.

 

[SuicidalSymphonies]

Biggie smalls- suicide thoughts.

I did not write that. YouTube it. I rap myself....but that song is like the realist shit I've ever heard. I have a song about suicide but it's his track just...makes it real...

It's a good bop.

 

[Haku]

Biggie smalls- suicide thoughts.

I did not write that. YouTube it. I rap myself....but that song is like the realist shit I've ever heard. I have a song about suicide but it's his track just...makes it real...

I do not listen to rap that much anymore, but I do have this track on my YouTube playlist, it hits home for me, this one and Madd Maxxx- Fuck Life

 

[anonbpdgirl]

I like to write. I've written a book. It's not published, though.

 

[SuicidalSymphonies]

I like to write. I've written a book. It's not published, though.

Wouldn't mind reading it some time. If you ever publish, that is.

 

[anonbpdgirl]

Wouldn't mind reading it some time. If you ever publish, that is.

Would love to be able to publish. Would give me a glimmer of hope in this shitty world lol.

 

[SuicidalSymphonies]

Would love to be able to publish. Would give me a glimmer of hope in this shitty world lol.

What is it about if I may ask? Or if you feel more comfortable, in PMs.