O.D- Ticket to being free

by TeriAne   Aug 10, 2007


I could o.d
then I would be free,
the 50th pill
is surely to kill
the 17th line
will be the last of mine
no ones to mourne
at the fact that I'm gone
coz I'm fed up,
I'm sick of it all
every time I stand I seem to fall.
all this pain it's definately real,
I don't want to hurt,
I don't want to feel.
I wannabe gone to go away,
I don't like it here and I don't wanna stay.
I'm fed up, I'm sick of it all.
No More standing.....................
this is my last fall

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