suicide
By Willow34645
I have drugs down my throat, And cuts on my wrists, The room is so dark, In the corner I sit. All my friends are gone, As I cry a black tear, I soon start to wonder, Why I am here. Is it for the torture? Or all the pain? I can't find the answer, To keep my sane. I'm lost forever, In my scary life, It can't get any worse, Since I play my life like 2 dice. I walk into my kitchen, I see the silver knife, The shiny blade stabs through me, And it ends my life. Written March 24th, 2002 © on Mar 24 2002 12:56 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I have drugs down my throat, ..."