Better Place

by - Love; The Slowest Form Of Suicide -   Oct 20, 2005


Tears running down my face,
My minds in a different place,
Live life normally, I always try,
Although the voices within are telling me to die,
Staring at the bare wall,
While the blood from my wrist falls on the floor,
Yelling out, "Take away the pain"
As i stare at the knife and then cut across my vein,
To those to whom I didn't say "goodbye",
These tears i cry, they'll multiply,
But now that im in a better place,
I'm living in heaven with a smile upon my face.

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