poem~~~~~> **SuDdEn DeAtH**
-don't ask about the title, i got it from a friend-
sorry if this sux!!!! :D
~when you dont know what to do anymore, you just give up on life
~you're not sure if you want to kill yourself, but you go to get a knife
~as the knife digs into your arm, you feel none of the pain
~but everything you worked so hard to do just went down the drain
~to succumb to the feelings of your supposed to be old ways, you know you will never stop
~it's like a bad habit you know you will never drop
~when you see the blood come pouring out, you only want to see more
~but as you realize what you are doing, you just fall to the floor
~when you hit the ground so does the knife and all the red liquid
~and your eyes turn red and liquid falls too, just as the slice did
~you try as hard as you can to not let yourself do it again, but its no use
~you know yourself too well, you will never break lose
~these feelings have been here forever and so have the scars
~they seem like they will never heal and to try is too hard
~what can you do to escape all the pain that makes you feel helpless like in a storm
~you want to kill yourself, but they say its wrong, just because its not the norm
~but what do they know, they have never felt like this before
~with feelings you can only escape by "digging" into your core
~so you take the knife and dig in deep till you see the blood
~and it goes all over the floor and everywhere else just like a flood
sorry if this sux!!!! :D
~when you dont know what to do anymore, you just give up on life
~you're not sure if you want to kill yourself, but you go to get a knife
~as the knife digs into your arm, you feel none of the pain
~but everything you worked so hard to do just went down the drain
~to succumb to the feelings of your supposed to be old ways, you know you will never stop
~it's like a bad habit you know you will never drop
~when you see the blood come pouring out, you only want to see more
~but as you realize what you are doing, you just fall to the floor
~when you hit the ground so does the knife and all the red liquid
~and your eyes turn red and liquid falls too, just as the slice did
~you try as hard as you can to not let yourself do it again, but its no use
~you know yourself too well, you will never break lose
~these feelings have been here forever and so have the scars
~they seem like they will never heal and to try is too hard
~what can you do to escape all the pain that makes you feel helpless like in a storm
~you want to kill yourself, but they say its wrong, just because its not the norm
~but what do they know, they have never felt like this before
~with feelings you can only escape by "digging" into your core
~so you take the knife and dig in deep till you see the blood
~and it goes all over the floor and everywhere else just like a flood