I Don't Have A Title

by Nicole   Oct 23, 2004


I took out the blade, and held it close
slowly but carefully, I cut my throat
as the blood falls, I hit the floor.
I drop the blade as I slowly die.
I start crying, as my heart beats no more.

The pain is gone, and I don’t care anymore,
I can hear someone opening the door.
Whoever it is, they scream and they cry
I keep hearing the words “why oh why”
they drop to their knees, right by my side,
put their arms around me and hold me tight

The pain is now gone, and so is my life
there is no going back, and I didn’t think twice

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