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Apr 02, 2004 12:33

The cold blade rest upon my skin
Ready to let out the pain held within

I close my eyes&start to cry
Ready to give this my last try

tears stream down my face
hopeing to leave with beauty&grace

I'll write you this last note
hopefully you'll understand my vote

I cross a "T" and dot my last "I"
waiting for my moment to die

I have chosen not to live
Maybe you'll learn to forgive

I thought about the knife at my wirst
ready to go into the bright mist

i remember how blood stains
i didn't want my mother to deal with such pain

i put the knife down
placed my feet on the ground

I picked up the bottle
As if my hand to a throttle

I choose twelve pills
All ready to kill

I'm slipping away
Just as it may

I hear a deep tone
waiting to see the big guy upon his thrown

There was a man dressed all in white
But looked as dark as night

He said, "she found you just in time"
not a thought had crossed her mind

Her mother had come home
To only find her alone

I ran from it all
Not ever standing tall

Now i know to wait
Suicide is not my fate

i will not try the unthinkable
i will enjoy every last bump & wrinkle

Everthing has a reason behind it
even if it is just a bunch of shit
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