The bladeA Poem by MusicLoverMy only way of comfort is with a tiny piece of metal leaveing marks on my skin makes me realize that im still here
Nobody bothers to notice the blood stains on my seleve It felt so cold and comfoting when the blade dug through my skin
I just want to go Never held back let me do the final cut and let me be free
Nobody would care if i was gone but 1 or 2 people it will be easier for them if i was gone
I sometimes wonder if people accually care or if they feel sorry or want me dead
This is a true tale of how i feel when the piece of metal is digging into my skin
Sometimes I wnat to end it all ... .. .
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Added on August 26, 2012Last Updated on August 27, 2012 |