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by Evil One Dec 24, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I have to say bye, with a breath and a sigh, as I say these words, singing stops from the birds. I look at the moon at night, I have lost this fight, no one to care, to much pain to bare. Nothing left to do, left with this burdened too, time to check off the list, and start to cut my wrists. Looking at the sky, wanting to die, from this misery and pain, with blood flowing from my vein. Head toward the sky staring, and my pain flaring, no one sees my tears, along with my fears. Spirits flying and falling, nothing can make me stand tall, what else is there for me here, nothing but a tear. My pain is going to end, which of my heart couldn't mend, time to fall and rest, with my last breath on my chest. No more suffering for me, as sun sets on me, time to be a thing of the past, my heart stopped beating at last.