The perfect form of suicide

by Brie Anna   Aug 6, 2007


With opens arms you hold me i can finaly rest my head
get rid of all my worries and the hurtful things people said
in your eyes i am not judged everyone is the same
you keep me clam and happy but most of all sane
you undstend my life's story as your own
you know what it's like to be left all alone
we all have our own problems i don't want to conplain
and yours are bad but you say they're all the same
you care about me and it surely did show
even when i was at my all time low
i try my best to hide it i don't want to be seen sad
but the pain is to unbareable to keep in and it makes me so mad
you wipe my tears and dry my eyes
before anyone sees or hears my cries
here in your arms i feel confornt i feel no need to flee
i feel like i'm ready for my sweet relase
lost in your dreamy eyes i lose track of time
this feeling is unexplainable it makes me feel fine
i thank God for leting us meet i'm so happy you are in my life
you give me strengh that i need so i can continue this fight
but here in you arms i feel like i've died
it's the perfect form of our self-righteous suicide.

© brie anna cherry jello press ©

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