Entry: Scars (One Day) Tuesday, June 07, 2005



Release me
from this pain
from this agony
Set me free
from this game
it's driving me insane

Scars
from tha past
that goes by so fast
When was the last
time I cut?
The last
time I mutilated?
The last
time I wanted to be dead?
to be rid
of all this dread?

No one
understands how I feel inside
I want to die
I want my life
to pass me by

One Day

I'll slit my throat
One Day
I'll blow my head off
One day
I'll be rotting
One Day
I'll cough up blood
One Day
I'll be Nothing




                     I wrote this right before I went into work. I was really depressed & such & I really didn't want to be there at all. Don't take this poem the wrong way.... I haven't been sucidal in a while.

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