Fulsome tears of death
I shouldn't be living
i should be dead
no one wants me here
as i sit alone
in the cold deep darkness
feeling nothing
but this pain of regret
for not dyeing when i could of
i should of done it
i had the gun in my hand
the feeling of it
between my fingers
the pressure of it
on my temple
i dont deserve to live
i have done nothing
but screw people over
and fuck up thier lives
why should i be here
why should i care
i just dont know
as i sit and watch
it all pass through me
i know that i am nothing
but a waste of talent
and breath of air
while others could be happy
with what i have
and what i have done
thier is nothing for me here
but blood shed
and the fulsome tears
of my death....
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Freewriter91posted on 07/02/2008
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