marți, 17 februarie 2009

'The Suicidal'

There she sits so helpless
Just waiting for that special day
The day she set aside
When she'll take her life away
Up until that day
She'll screw her life up more
Taking all the drugs
And cutting like before

Stories of her messed up life
Are written on her skin
Keeping count of all the times
The knife just tends to win
Scarlet scars upon her wrists
Tell of all the times
She tried to go but something
Stopped her suicidal crimes

Her blood shot eyes tell of all
The countless times she's cried
She has no more tears to cry
So her end she will decide
As that day comes around
When her 'precious' life she'll take
She'll bring up all the pain inside
And one more cut she'll make

Never will she stop to think
Of all the people she will miss
You can call it 'ignorance'
But ignorance is bliss
As she starts to think about
The story of her life
She wants to end if faster
Just to end all her strife

She curls up in the corner
And she begins to cry
All the while voices whisper
Just fucking go and die
Mascara tears leak from her eyes
And stain her pale, white face
Trailing down her satin cheeks
Depression's line they trace

She sinks her nails down in her arm
As she begins to shake
Substituting physical pain
For the pain from her heart ache
As she slowly falls apart
She starts to crave her blade
She takes it out and wastes no time
To add to the cuts she's made

She drags the blade along her skin
As she watches the blood pour out
She feels control run through her body
And the voices cease to shout
She puts away her razor blade
With no sign of regret
She knows that she will do it again
For the pain she can't forget

As she starts to breathe again
And her shaking finally stops
Her weak and fragile body goes
To her bed and drops
Her eyes begin to slowly close
As she thinks about that day
Where all her struggles end as soon
As she takes her life away.....

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