Sunday, December 2, 2007

Mood depressed

Your pain becomes my pain
Making me wish this would end
Bury this knife into my vein
The blood and tears begin to blend

Pull the knife up my wrist
The floor turning a deep red
Blade clenched in a weakening fist
The last few thoughts running through my head

Slowly falling to the ground
My last thought is of you
Praying my letters to you are found
Sorry, but it's all I can do

It's not your fault I can't stay here
The only thing to blame is my fear

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