My hands are pale, they've turned to ice...

by Maelle   Dec 9, 2005


You thought I was sad, and you were right.
You wondered why I'm sick, and you were right.
You thought that I was mad, and you were right.
You see, the truth is that I want to kill myself tonight.

My life has been an unending line of dumb mistakes,
Mistakes so deep, I still have scars from them,
Mistakes so deep, I tried to kill myself because of them,
Mistakes so deep, I cannot go on living with them.

I cannot think, I cannot talk, I'm getting cold, I'm shivering.
My hands are pale, they've turned to ice,
I try to write, the words are jumbled,
I guess I should start at the beginning...

I swore to myself, "I'll only listen", it worked until
I started crying, the day my emotions broke away.
You saw they did, I started talking, everything poured out of me.
And here I am, ready to die, on my own, in a corner.

I cannot live my life like this,
It hurts too much!! I can't resist!!
My teeth are chattering I am so cold,
My wrist is bleeding, and stinging too...

I want to talk, but I can't do it.
No one cares, if I'm alive or dead,
Except you of course, but you're not here,
And here I am, looking outside,
Wishing I had the courage to die...

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