The cuts heal, the scars fade but the pain remains.
I take the glass and slash at my viens.
The tears freeze upon my face as I looks down at my wrists;
It wasnt meant to end like this, now only pain exists
I panick and i cant find my wraps
My mom gets on my nerves, and i nearly thump her
Where did my innocence go? My happiness and joy?
I gets beaten, played and thrown about like a toy
wishing that he was dead
as suicide thoughts run thorugh my head
I take 12 little pills and a bottle of alchol
My pain over, the beast inside consoled
I fall to the ground, my breathing stops
My reflection fades away, the blood from my wrist drops
I'm no longer living, do you see what you've done?
Dont you feel wonderful? do you feel like you've won?
It was hardly a fight, for I felt dead before;
but you wouldnt stop, just did more and more
I hope your proud of yourself, full of joy
your nothing but a selfish jerk, a horrible sick person
you killed me and now your killing again
 Scilenced by a Death · Sat Feb 16, 2008 @ 05:07am · 1 Comments |
