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