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by Kayla Jan 13, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Looking to deaths door, Staring waiting for it to open, Something that no1 ever saw, Your love is all I was hoping for, Crying for something that’s not mine, Something that was once so fine, Now lying at deaths door, Lying on this cold and lonely floor, Waving to all the people that once did care, Looking into the distance saying bye, Life is just so unfair, My life was one big lie, So as I lye at deaths door, I take the sharp knife, Hoping everyone knows why I’m here for, Saying goodbye to all my strife, So as I slide this sharp blade across my wrist, And lay flat on my back, Loosening my fist, My vision starts to lack, With my last breath, I only have 1 thing to say, I welcome death, As here at deaths door I lay.