Suicide

Popping the pills one by one,
Just waiting for death to come,
I was laying there all alone,
No one there with me at home,
I wished i could explain to you,
Maybe if people really knew,
What its like to live with this pain,
What its like to live with this shame,
What its like to use a knife,
They may just understand,
This is the only way ive found,
To get out of the live im living in,
While im alive i just cant win,
I didnt ever shead a tear,
When i thought the end was near,
The peace that washes over me,
Made it very clear to see,
All the pain will be out of sight,
So next time i will get it right.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
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