WiTH MY LAST BREATH

by Madeline   Jun 2, 2006


I LAY iN BED & DREAM OF A BETTER LiFE.
i WONDER WHAT WOULD HAPPEN iF i PLAY WiTH THE KNiFE.
NOW i LAY iN BED & QUiETLY WEEP.
MY CUTS ON MY WRiSTS HAVE BECOME TOO DEEP.
NOW i\'M SiTTiNG HERE WiTH WHAT i HAVE LEFT.
i WANTED TO TELL YOU i LOVE YOU WiTH MY LAST BREATH. [xOoX]

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  • 18 years ago

    by jessica grace

    I really like your stuff keep it up its heaps good im loving reading it all hehe