Every Day
By Objection
This burden of reproach I gladly bear. For it is self-inflicted. I draw the knife, pull back my hair. What a way to "live"-contradicted. Across my wrist- The end never begins, irony is bliss. Here's my proof, Ive been shown the truth, I'm nothing, I'm shit I'm glad I went through with it. As I drift of to sleep, I pray one last time: "Please let me die before I wake, Please end this sorrow of mine. I pray the Lord my soul to take". What a shock, I never arise, No one notices my absence. Every damned day someone dies, because they were never given a chance. Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 07:02 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"This burden of reproach I gladly bear...."