Truth or dare?

by Casey*   Oct 19, 2004


Rope around my neck
Knife slitting my wrist
All the things you said,
i dont want to exist

The bullet hits,
i fall to the floor;
Everyones around me
pleading for more.

This blade carves
im laughing at the sight
my presence is ending
comfort by the lack of light.

It doesnt really matter
no one wants to care
left you all through suicide
i committed to your dare.

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