This is my sweetest suicide
It will prove all I spoke was true...
My life is getting shorter and shorter everyday
I barely have anything I can explain...
Coffin
grave...
As shadows fade I fall asleep
the lonely hours are mine to reap...
I know its the way i want to act
But i got to face the truth, face the fact...
Every scar has its story
every story has its pain...
He gets a call in from work that day,
Saying one tower had just been hit...
Looking in the pockets
Of my sister's coat...
This harsh world's fate
Was just too much for me to take...
Clutching you in my arms
Heart beating frantically in my chest...
(old poem from my old account "Never Trust...
plz rrc again all coments are returned...
Not mine, but SO sad...