Goodbye
By DarkBruce
I take the knife Feeling the cold steel Against my wrist Clenching my fist Wondering Just what would happen If I took a little slice And rolled the dice The silence And peace No worries No Fury No thoughts No nothing Emptiness Bitter cold and regrets What’s that you say? Fuck you You aren’t me And you wouldn’t want to be You couldn’t handle Just who I am Being consumed by sin By the burning rage within You will never understand I wouldn’t expect you to Just leave this place Get out of my space Leave me to rot In my isolation Let me die Don’t you dare cry Not for me Not for anyone Life is too fickle a thing To spend worrying Over mundane details That are forgotten Over the course of time Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 12:44 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"I take the knife..."