A Wish come true it would seem, but it's just a deadly dream.

A slice across my wrist not enough,
Must hide my tears so I look tough.

Take my soul, oh reaper of life,
Kill me with this bloody knife.

Bone rattling scream filling my ears,
Yet not enough to hide my tears.

Choking my life right out of me,
Finally, my time has come to be free.

My pain has stopped, I’m not dead,
I should be happy, I cry instead.

Wishing for death when it’s not my time,
So now I’ll end my deadly rhyme.

By April
10/6/04