Finally Freed

by !Chookie!   Jul 28, 2004


I was alone most of my life,
It was just me and the knife,
I'd cut myself and watch it bleed,
It was like at that moment i was being freed,
In the safety of pain,
I had nothing to gain,
Or best of all, nothing to loose,
So i decided to choose,
I chose life over death,
So i used my knife,
I bet people smiled when they heard i was dead,
But i dont care,
Because my life was over,
Then and there.......

(please comment, much appreciated)

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