.3::7::2002.
i twist & i turn and my heart beats deep inside of me and tomorrow just might matter but is it all just a dream.................
and sometimes i want it all to be over with and i bleed my pity and the emptiness is always there eating away @ my void
and the noose becomes familiar with my neck and my collarbone flirts with the rope and i jump at last .
free..............
swimming in my own suicide.
and sometimes i want it all to be over with and i bleed my pity and the emptiness is always there eating away @ my void
and the noose becomes familiar with my neck and my collarbone flirts with the rope and i jump at last .
free..............
swimming in my own suicide.