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by Broken Inside Oct 26, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Kill me now so I won't feel a thing. I'm completely numb, it won't hurt me. Can you use a gun or maybe a knife, it dosn't matter, as long as I'm gone. Don't try and save me, I'm already gone. All I need now is an assurance, Of the deed done wrong. Please don't talk me out of it, It's not what I need. Who wants a life like mine, Where nothing ever goes right. Closing my eyes to scream, My world is spinning, Nothing is making sense. Is this some kind of dream? I open my eyes and reveal my world. No, this isn't a dream. All of this is real, And I'm slowly crumbling in the pain.