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Sunday, 9 March 2008
04:27:41 AM (GMT)
I sit in my room with the knife
thinking about my life

It it worth living
or is it worth dying

I stroke the knife across my skin
and i say to myself forgive me of my sins

So as i hold me breath
i feel so close to death

The cold steel swept across my skin and spilled my blood
my life will soon be done

But i do have some regrets
that i couldn't kiss you again

Life flashes by my eyes
i really am gonna die

The pain hits me like a train
there's to much pain

As i fall into darkness
theres a light in the darkness

I see your eyes
drawing me toward the oceans waves

My life is over nothing left
as she wept

This shouldn't have happend 
it was all to sudden

She picks up the bleeding blade
looks into the blade and sees death just like a black flame

She plunges it into her heart
i see her face again as i slip into the dark

As my mother walks into the room she see us
just at the break of dusk

What shoudn't have bin done
had to be done

For us to be together

StrangeLover says:   9 March 2008   383847  
omg, really deep. and good 'O'
nazoomi says:   9 March 2008   657182  
u are disturbed, in a good way, but worryingly 2 lol
‹<3 Forever Yours <3› says:   9 March 2008   279792  
you are very good, everything you write has meaning any some purpose
its almost refreshing to see that someone out there enjoys writing and
creating things. BTW u rock
ningeo says:   9 March 2008   468569  
KageReject says :   9 May 2008   887252  
Why do you think such things?  This is so very depressing.


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