Sweet little death
My sweet little death
is well planned out
its really something
I've thought hard about.
How I'll slid the blade
how hard I'll push
when to bend my wrist back
to let the blood run out.
The smell of the pain
the feel of the hate
the warmth of the blood
in this free running state.
My sweet little death
my beautiful little dream
more than just a though
more like a sceam.
People will want to stop me
say its not the way
I think its right
and I think its okay.
Please dont try to stop me
I have wanted this for ever
and when I leave this rotten world
I swear it will get better.
No more dreadful me.
I'll do it where no ones sees
as I take my last breath
I'll do as clean as possable
and enjoy my little death.
by
LostInDarknessposted on 11/06/2009
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