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That survival fight.
Contributed by
LauranHyde
on
Monday, 12th November 2012 @ 06:56:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I don't know what to do
I'm always feeling alone and down in the blue.
I wish my time were here, I wish my time were soon.
No one here left to trust
All I wanted was love and lust.
I wish to make the part
I say this all on my behalf.
I lay here writing only to be so torn apart.
Why not cold and motionless
Why not be dead at last.
My death can be slow, no need for it to be fast.
Time will move, days will go by,
But the end is near, soon I shall pass.
What more left on this bitterly world
Why fight a battle Ive lost all strength
Why fight the light when darkness is my path.
Burn me to ashes
Would that be my peace atlast
My emotions broken,
crystallized and shattered like glass
Soon my time
My time too pass
Copyright ©
LauranHyde
... [
2012-11-12 18:56:55] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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