Wednesday,Feb 21 2007, 08:29:13 PMA Death Poem

DEATH

HURT AND PAIN IS ALL I KNOW

AND ALL I CAN RELATE TOO,

I DON'T CARE FOR THIS EARTH

I DON'T CARE EVEN ABOUT YOU,

I FEEL LIKE I CAN'T DROWNED

IN MY WORDS,

GASPING FOR AIR BUT JUST

WANTING TO GIVE UP

DON'T WANT TO LIVE FOR LIGHT BUT FOR DARK,

I'M LIVING JUST TO PLACE MY MARK,

THEN WILL PLAN MY DEATH,

SHOULD IT BE WITH SUFFERING OR QUICK?

THIS WORLD AND HOW IT TURNS SO FAST MAKES ME SICK,

SLASHING MY WRISTS GIVES ME A KIND OF HIGH,
IT DOESN'T WANT ME TO GO UP TO THE SKY,
SOMETIMES IT'S SO HARD I WANT TO BREAK DOWN AND CRY,
BUT I JUST CAN'T,
I FEEL LIKE MY TEARS HAVE GONE DRY,

DON'T WANT TO LIVE TO SEE THE NEXT DAY,

CAUSE IT'S JUST THE SAME OLD SAME,

THERES YET NO LOVE FOR ME,

SO WHY SHOULD I KEEP GOING,

I'LL CUT MY STOMACHE OPEN AND MY GUTS WILL BE SHOWING.

MY LOVE HAS BEEN RIPPED APART LIKE A PACK OF HUNGRY WOLVES ATTACKING THERE PREY,

AND IN MY COFFIN IS WERE I WOULD LOVE TO LAY.

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