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When the blade is home
The only one you've known
When the hurt runs deep
And the blood flows
When hopeless oblivion
Is renamed escape
It's easy to lose faith
To despair upon another day
When being high is the same as stoned
Surrounded by people and all alone
When the tears come often
And smiles are few
It's like there's only one thing to do
Just one little shot, a tiny pill
The black comes quick
You'll drink you fill
Time to write your last will
Words in ink
No time to think
"I love you," quick,
Then one last fixe
But I love whom?
Think of friends
The ones who care - remember them?
Would they care that it's the end?
You know the answer
And flush the toxins away
You will see another day
They'll never know what they did
That smile they gave
Let you live
Your anger and sadness you always hid
But the continuing kindess
Paid off in the end
You'll be glad you aren't done yet
Thanking them without words
A slient gesture says more then you could
A tentative smile
A nervous laugh
Forcing your way on a new path
It'll be hard
But you know better now
You can resist the foul
Those few friends mean more to you
Then any others will ever do
 Aira-Sinco · Sat Apr 19, 2008 @ 11:35pm · 0 Comments |
