Suicidal King

by Nick webster   Aug 3, 2007


The blade it sinks deep in my skin
to let out hate I hold within
the blood it flows so red and true
just one more cut and then I'm through

So much blood is all I see
I get so weak I fall to my knee
I try to stand but I'm so weak
I shake so bad I cannot speak

No one can help me, the pain I've caused
my heart beats slowly and then there's a pause
I've wanted so much to bleed til' I'm dead
but I pass out and wake in a hospital bed

when I come to and see your pretty face
I cover my head to hide from disgrace
you take my hand and squeeze so tight
you stay with me til' morning light

the morning comes and then you weep
for my life was ended in peaceful sleep
no more worries and no more hate
I guess this cut to end was fate.

years from now you'll visit me
and think of me so selfishly
to take a life not mine to take
I guess it was my only escape

And when the day that you demise
I'll wait for you with a surprise
a box you open and see a ring
from your love, your suicidal King.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Brie Anna

    A great write 5/5 keep it up

    *~*bee*~*

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