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As I sit here,
My eyes start to cloud up.
Yes, I'm starting to cry.
It's not from the cuts on my wrists,
But from the pain I feel inside.
So as I sit,
My life flashes before me
All the people that got me to this point,
The few good memories I have,
My shitty writtings that I just couldn't stop,
All the fake people in the world,
The ones who think they're so much better than me,
The two good friends I had.
As I sit,
I remember those who made me feel better,
Those who made my life hell,
All the bands that have kept me alive tis long.
But not even they will help now.
No meds are strong enough,
To help me shake this feeling I have.
And as I sit, hoping the cuts were deep enough,
I wonder if you see what you've done.
You had twelve long years to show me that you cared,
But when I needed someone the most, you were never there.
At last the end is here, I hope you're happy
Because at last, I'm finally gone.
 -x-suicidalxmemories-x- · Sat Sep 22, 2007 @ 03:17am · 1 Comments |
