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by Lacey Spears Nov 30, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
My wrist in my sight, A knife in my hand, I know this isn't right, But i just keep thinking I can... I can. I think about you, And my eyes begin to tear, I think about all you do, And how you turned into my biggest fear. I think about the past, And I get scared, I knew it wouldn't last, But I liked thinking you cared. I watch my wrist, As this fountain appears, Everything is covered in mist, As my blood is mixed in with my tears. Vagily I see, People rushing in, I hear one say 'how can this be?' And think to myself... let the games begin. My sight begins to fade, My hearing is blocked, I think about all the days, I was being mocked. I bet they're not laughing now, I bet they're wondering only one thing, I bet they're all wondering 'how' I bet now they realize I'm a human being. I hope now they realize, There's only so much I can take, So much until I'm pushed to the edge, So much before I break.