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by Casey Dillard Feb 7, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Suicides sweet surrender, taking me in its arms i no longer want these feelings of pain, and death can do me no harm and how can i commit the crime when I've been dead already so long this hollow shell thats left of a man will soon join my soul and be gone its a cold day out tonight, but its colder inside me still and maybe the warmth of my blood pouring out will hinder all these chills so alone in the corner in the darkest of dark, i sit alone and contemplate feeling the blade on my skin, so eager, to sever my veins like my fate my eyes fade away in a void of black, and my heart beats silent and slow as i lay the razor sharp blade at my side, swaying to-and-fro i let out a sigh and curl in a ball, as i lay onto the ground and grab the knife in hand this time as i think of the life i am bound