Yearning to Be Free
By Wallflower
I stand here with the knife to my wrist, and wonder if god even heard my wish. I wished that all would be okay, That I'd wake up to another day. I never knew I'd resort to this, Yet here I stand, a knife to my wrist. I cry a tear, My one last hope, And on that tear I begin to choke. The choke is so familiar to me, As is the pain I feel and see. But all the time I'm looking down, Never wiping off my frown. The suffocation, haunting me.. And my soul, yearning to be free. Written October 16th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2001 06:34 AM PST 0 • 10
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"I stand here with the knife to my wrist,..."