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Contributed by gothicangel on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 01:22:40 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

I’m sitting here with a knife to my wrist,
want it to take the pain, the love I’ve missed
want the knife to cut, want my skin to bleed
It’s like a symbol of death, a drug I need

My thoughts drift as I make up this rhyme,
the thought is free, even my last time.
They drift to the times I was let down in my life
it seems they are all bound in the edge of the knife.

I think of the people I loved, the people who cared
think of the thoughts I thought we shared
But things are different when the truth comes out
it’s hard to see the positive side, give the benefit of
doubt

Someone once told me that life is hard
told me you can’t play it like a card
But when it all boils down it’s like a game
everyone hunts for, seeks for the fame.

I feel like I started behind all other players
with no chance to finish, not even with prayers.
I could have finished, if others I could trust
but they all let me down, carry on I must.

When people of your own blood let you down,
you know it’s time to just let yourself drown.
People I loved and cared for, betrayed me
that’s what it feels like, at last I’ll be free .

I’ve got nothing to live for, nothing to love
I want to fly away, want to fly like a dove.
I push down on the knife, my skin turns red
my body is free, the grief, it has fled.

Copyright Â© gothicangel ... [ 2004-03-24 13:22:40]
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Re: Free? (User Rating: 1 )
by PsychoticDreamz on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 01:48:49 PM AEST
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Amazing....Your words flow like a raging river..Beautiful as well as deep.
Incredible write, you've said what I could not.

-Psych

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