I'm Not Sick, But I'm Unwell.

by MikaMad15   Jul 13, 2009


The day brakes and the darkness falls.
Upon me, I see stars flying around.
Each and every day,
Every waking hour,
And every minute.
My mind is going at a pace too fast.
Slow down, slow down, I say.
The moment is lost in great impulse.
My heart, my love is trapped behind me.
Shaking hands, I take the blade close to my flesh.
Take me, take me down.
I'm begging for something better,
A new way of living.
The blood will fall to the ground,
Head to the trigger,
Pills poured down my throat.
Take me, take me down!
These tears are warm with pain,
Heated within and cold without her love.
The scene of my crime is not seen by eyes,
But the scars are forever more.
I can only hide them under clothing.
My grave awaits me but I say no oh no.
Even if the temptation is there,
Baby I'm sorry when I do it.
The blood begins to flow,
And my tears are to follow.
Take me, take me down!
I don't mean it, only at the time.
The words are easy to say.
Suicidal heart lives inside,
Give up, give up.
Oh no no.
Not yet, fight back.
Head to the trigger,
My soul blasted out.
From a bullet of doubt of life.
See the light and hold on tight,
Take it back, don't take me down!
Carry on, don't give up the fight.

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