Waching as i die

by donny   Apr 7, 2004


As i cut my wrist,
i slowly Begin to bleed,
everything around me starts to spin
i hit the fool with out a moments notes.
Then i get the strength to stand back up look in the mirror i now see what i am doing is wrong but i feel back down, it is to late for me i am already dead.

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  • 20 years ago

    by donny

    I just wanted to thank everyone who likes what i do, most of what i rite are based on things that happined to me, or how i feel, or that i see going on in other ppls life.

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