Suicidal

by Funny How Immature People Can Be   Oct 10, 2005


The pain cuts like a knife
The tears fall down my face
Your gone from my life
You left without a trace
This fairytale is like a nightmare
Everything is spinning around
I'm standing over a grave
As your being buried in the ground
I try to speak, silence is a virtue
All of this is happening just because I hurt you
Now your gone I had no clue
I never got to say goodbye
Now what am I to do?
Our memories are nothing but photos and some laughs
And for all of this
I'm about to pay the wrath
I find your photo and then I climb the ladder
Everyone is watching yet why does it even matter?
I'm at the top now, I can hear them, the crowd I just cant believe it, they are so loud. I stare at your face and think of how you left me without a trace.
I jump off the building hope my landing is tight as lace.
I smash into the vehicle, roll off the hood suicide happens everyday I bet you never thought I would
©...Melly...

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