The new dead me

by Sammy   Aug 14, 2005


Dark and Sad
I lay on my bed
Holding the knife
And this is what I said;

Pain go away
Why do you
Make me so sad
In everything I do
I cannot bear
To see my mothers face
She stares at me with pain
So I pick up my pace
So here I take you, knife
And lift you up so high
I know what i should do
So I'll try not to cry
I will make you stab me
To put me through the pain
So now I'll put you in
I'll never speak again....

So I hold the knife
And look into the past;
Didn't wanna be that girl
I knew I wouldn't last

I stab myself so deep
And I start to gag
My blood is pouring on the bed
They all called me a fag

Well now that I'm gone
I hope your all happy
So now you can just laugh
At the dead me.

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