Forgotten
coughing in the dirt of your past,
chocking and gaging,
left behined.
To walk in your footsteps
in a stright line.
With my fingers on the trigger,
blood lay in a pool on the floor.
I wonder if your face will weten from tears
or if you'll even care.
I wasn't perfect,
I wasn't enough,
I wasn't your reflection starring back at you.
As the blood runs
down my now useless body
I leave this note,
I wish you could have seen
these feelings of sadness,
my lust for death.
As you wonder why I'm gone
Think about me,
not as your child
but as a person of my own.
Every choice I made,
just wasn't right.
I'm sorry I am gone,
but I'm not comming back.
Now all that you can do for me is
wash the crimson off my skin,
dress me up nice,
then six feet under I shall go.
To the world of maggots,
who eat my flesh.
The worms that slither,
between my fingers.
I'll call it home
and there I will stay,
untill my cold, dead body
fades away.
coughing in the dirt of your past,
chocking and gaging,
left behined.
To walk in your footsteps
in a stright line.
With my fingers on the trigger,
blood lay in a pool on the floor.
I wonder if your face will weten from tears
or if you'll even care.
I wasn't perfect,
I wasn't enough,
I wasn't your reflection starring back at you.
As the blood runs
down my now useless body
I leave this note,
I wish you could have seen
these feelings of sadness,
my lust for death.
As you wonder why I'm gone
Think about me,
not as your child
but as a person of my own.
Every choice I made,
just wasn't right.
I'm sorry I am gone,
but I'm not comming back.
Now all that you can do for me is
wash the crimson off my skin,
dress me up nice,
then six feet under I shall go.
To the world of maggots,
who eat my flesh.
The worms that slither,
between my fingers.
I'll call it home
and there I will stay,
untill my cold, dead body
fades away.
