sharp pointed needle under my chest
aches from a crying eyes
drenched in blood and mud
dont cry…its not that bad
cut your scared wrist
pull your finger nails out
dont be silent all your life…shout!!!!
bite your numb tongue…
close your eyes
let your dream continue…
cut the burn page of my shameful journal
why does these pieces never seem to fit
a false face you showed
was covered with a distinguishable dirt
help me get you out of my head
sometimes i wish i would just be dead
lose me in this fantasy you gave
kill me with your bare sinful hands
stab my innocent back simultaneously
the pain i thought you didnt mean to cause rapidly
tell me what are you looking for
just let me escape…
i beg you!!!!
tomorrow will be here i know
i dont know what’s the reason left for me
but il walk on
to my impatiently longing for death
take this final breath
out of me…
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