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My Death.
Why am I in this place?
Can't you see my pain?
When I feel like you don't care?
I made you a promise to keep
From hurting myself.
But I feel that promise breaking
With every hurtful moment we share.
I don't want to break it but sometimes
It's so hard, when I see that shiney blade.
Calling out to me to relive my pain in one
Swift movement of blade and skin.
Watching the crimson color run down my
scared arm and on the floor where I soon shall be.
In those moments I will wonder if anyone will miss me.
If maybe there is one person that will help me.
Sadly as my life slips away no one will be there.
To dry my tear's as I slip away into the welcoming darkness
That is my death.
 Fallen_Angel_116 · Sat Feb 21, 2009 @ 10:48am · 0 Comments |
