Death

by Vanessa   Jan 19, 2007


Death is the beggining of a new life.
I want to die, but not with a knife.
I want to cry, and shed my tears.
Pouring out my pain that's been held in for years.
I want to let go, and never return.
In this world there's nothing but pain to learn.
There's nothing but evil, and blood and gore.
It was my heart and sole that everyone tore.
No one understands. No one will care.
I want to leave these lands, to prevent one more tare.
My heart is stabbed, my soul dissappeard.
Living is the onely thing I ever feared.
I hate my life, I hate me.
My eyes are filled with sadness, but no one will see.
I've thought about drugs, I thought I should try.
I thought I could be happy, I thought I wouldn't cry.
But I'm afraid of what people might say.
So I keep to myself, and I think and I pray.
Death rings through my ears.
A longing that runs deep.
It brings pain and many tears.
Wishing to never wake up, and to go into a deep sleep.

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