i did not kill me
take the knife and pull back the skin.
why dont we show the pain that were in?
put on a mask and hide all are lives.
cant you see these are insignificant lies.
im so sick of the pain that im in.
my lifes light is getting so dim
i take out the blade and cut on my skin.
to make sure i can still feel and breath.
i can feel the warmth of my tears.
trickle through my lips and my teeth
and as my lifes light is almost dead.
and my wrists are crying all over my bed
i did'nt kill me i was already dead.
by
NeVeRmOrEposted on 04/29/2008
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