The end is near

by brokenwings88   Jun 27, 2005


A heart so torn
continually pricked bu a thorn
A love so forgotten
thats just gone rotten
A life so hated
its been slowly faded
A mind so dead
to numbness it has been led
feelings so mixed around
not wanting to fall down
hating life
thinking of that knife
thinking to end it all
nothing matters to me
i can never be happy
so this is it
i can feel it
the end is near

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