Suicide's Calling
By poet0angel
so cold... so cold it feels against my skin i shiver as i trace an outline of my vein my muscels tensen but it says relax, relax i loosen my grip on it but still i hold it in my hand you need me.. you need me... it seems to say i cant! i cant! i stop fighting the urge as i bring it's silver body toward my chest i scream as the blade penetrates my heart Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 12:33 PM PST 0 • 1
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"so cold... so cold..."