Wishing

by XxVivaLaSamxX   Dec 21, 2006


Sitting in the pooring rain,
all the things I wished in vain.
Now I am sitting with a knife,
wishing I could end me life.
Sitting here with a gun,
hoping to get the job done.
How could you hurt me throw me like trash.
Now I know things don't last.

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