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by chikidiwa Nov 29, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I’m sitting here at home Alone and in my room I soon get an itch to roam To get out of this gloom I take a couple pills To take away the pain Ride my bike over these hills And try n get to town b4 I go insane My legs begin to ache I pop a couple more As my muscles start to shake I’ve never taken so much b4 The bottles halfway gone My thoughts begin to slip I lay down on the lawn And ride this heavy trip But soon I am back And theres still nothing left to do My minds still a bit outa whack and I can only think of u I go home and I call You actually pic up I try to stall As I lift my cup And take some more relief I know I’m close to overdosing But my mind it floods with grief And now I hear u posing As if what we had was real If only I could believe it But I know its not how u feel So I take another bottle in a fit And the room begins to reel I tell u goodbye As my sanity begins to peel Away in harsh shards of “why†The blackness takes me They find me with the phone in hand How could this be I just don’t understand I wasn’t supposed to wake They smile down from above My life was mine to take death was my true love And now I’m stuck with the shame Of a failed death Left with nothing but my name And cursed to my last breath…..