For My Last Friend - Poem by Vini Carberry
I sit here, knife in hand,
Due to the pain I don't understand.
I run it over my bare skin,
I'm not going to heaven, I'll pay for this sin,
Im going to end all my pain,
My entire life now in vain,
It will hurt, I will bleed,
Now true freedom be my only need,
I will end all my dreams, every last one,
Knowing my destiny will never come,
Don't cry when i'm gone,
For in You, My life lives on.
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