Slice

by rebecah   Feb 15, 2006


Nowhere to go
nothing to say
and no i will not
be okay

a bottle of pain killers
a knife in my hand
and after i use them
i hope that i land

not where i left
but in stead another place
because i do not want to
again see my face

so now i will take off
hopeing to die
and all people here
you should not cry...

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