Dead

by [x] GeN [x]   Sep 24, 2006


Days of torment
days of fear
watch the people
as they stare
forever marked wrists
a tear stained face
why was i born
in this hell stricken place?
eternal emptiness
and depression so real
what is this emotion
that only i feel?
as suicide takes over me
and kills me
without a sound
as my body lays
bloodstained
dead
on the ground

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