Death

by Leana   Mar 2, 2006


Live
Why do I live?
Die
Why can't I die?
Breathe
Why do I breathe?
Bleed
I want to bleed...
Draw on my arm
With a silver pen
A silver pen...
With blood red ink
Death
Death
Death
Why won't you come pick me up?

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  • 18 years ago

    by Aphrodite

    Nice, really nice,
    But there are fuul of agony and pain..
    But I undesratand why, because I want die too..

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