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So now when you look upon my motionless body, I'll be more heartless than you ever were. I hope you drown in your own guilt and pain, Just like I drowned in my own blood. So when im gone, I know what they will say, I was suicidal, I was depressed, I was way too weak for this world, BULLSHIT. If I was weak then why would I wanna die? How many people can cut their arm down to the vein? How many people can point a gun to themselves and pull the trigger? How many people can take their last breath and never breathe again? How many people can accept the fact that they dont deserve to live? My wound is deep, My blood runs thin, I feel the pain, From under my skin. I want to die, My crimson knife. Ready to deepen it, End my life. From my face, Now drips a tear, Blade upon my wrist, A death I dont fear. I breathe deeply, Looking for a reason to live, I cry and realize, I have no more to give. I review my reasons, Listed to die, I slowly remember, Voices asking why. But I now know, I dont even care, Im too damn numb, To feel anyone there. So now I know, Ive spoken all that needs to be said, No more excuses, I'll finally be dead. I cut through my skin, I cant take it anymore. My blood rushes out, And I fall to the floor. You never did realize what you had until you lost it
steal my peom and i will kill you















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