losing the game of life
dieing under the empty knife
not feeling pain
only numb
you dreamed of going high
too high to try
too hard they thought
till you made it
and they dropped
never talked of it
and you ran
ran quietly away
knowing you made it
and led shorter days
lieing in deep despair
for he did not wait
did not care
for your cariear
or your life
just wanted to die
than live with someone
but you
so you sit behind the grave
and slip away
o so slowly
nobody sees
or cares
for the pain that you hold
under the empty knife
you sit and wait
for death to come
feeling numb
o so numb
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