No questions of my death

by {Ms. Felicia}   Sep 18, 2004


The knife lies there in my hand
With questioning of who I am
The blood is dripping from my arm
With wondering where I belong
The pain is not there at all
With remembrance where it was lost
The feeling and fear of death is not to be found
I want to die here
I want to die now
I want to leave this world
With no questioning of how
I want to say goodbye
With out seeing you cry
I want everything to be done
Cause i’m tired of living on
The pills are all over the floor
There leaving fast
The more I take the less it lasts
The phone is ringing but I can’t move
I’m almost dead
And then I see you
I wonder why you’re here
And what to do
I want to go away but you’re stopping me
And I can’t get rid of you
Why are you saving me?
Why are you letting me live?
I don’t want to I don’t want to
Please I wish I were dead
The knife is lying in my hand
The blood is everywhere
With in a second
Blind of an eye
I’m dead

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