Born to Die

by SexLoveControlVanity   May 18, 2010


One will hold me over, accidental over dose 10 times over. I was once alive and well. Emo expressionless I should have died at birth. Call me a tortured soul and prey I die on the operating table. Will they help me before it's over? Probably not. Will I see happiness before I'm gone? Probably not. (not not) shaken not stirred I drank a 5th a vodka and downed it with a Vicodin chaser. Deep in my slumber waiting for you to love me back. Little did I know that I was on a trip. Your love killed me in about 10 minutes. Will they help me before it's over, Probably not. Will I see happiness before I'm gone,probably not. My life pulled me down to size. So I bought a box of razor blades. Dim days had me zooming so I cut and the pain melted away. A dark night had me. So cut too much and ended it all. Could they have helped me before I did it could I have found happiness before it was over? Funny how life is just another regret.and death just a life learned lesson.

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