Final day

by Ruth   Aug 23, 2006


This thought inside my head
Is driving me insane
I sit wishing I was dead
But just Cutting through my pain

I slit my wrists with this sharp blade
Watch the blood trickle away
And realize this is the price I’ve paid
As I sit waiting for the day

The final day to come at last
To take me in its arms
Take me away to forget the past
To protect me from all life’s harms

No longer will I cut my wrists
To get away from all the pain
No longer will I have to miss
All that I could gain

For tomorrow I will not exist
Tomorrow is the final day
I will step out of the mist
And never have to live another day.

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