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by AllCutUp Jun 6, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
The day arrives Her mind is made Its her time to die Shes not afraid She lets her tears Fall down her face She hears her fears Shes a disgrace. She makes the cut It hits her vein No regrets She feels no pain Her blood runs down Her hand to the floor Until she cant Bleed no more She hears his voice Theres not much time Hes right there By her side Read the letter She says so soft Not much time Before her life is lost He unfolds the paper To read the note Of her suicidal wish She had wrote I gave you too much It left me with nothing Except a death wish And no time i must hurry Its not your fault I'm not strong Its not your fault I am wrong So with the blade I take my life My wrist slaughtered from my knife