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by Latasha Aug 28, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
My hand trembles, As I fumble for the knife, Searching for away to escape, End all I thought I wanted.. Hoping no more pain will be felt, As I the knife tears through my skin, Drowning in my blood, Closing my eyes to all thats left.. Replaying the past in my mind, Knowing this is the end, The light brightens, As my last breath is taken.. My body lay lifeless, As this is my good-bye, No more pain and no more tears, As I am carried to some place new...