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by Eri Oct 22, 2007
Friendship, family /
Last PrayerNow I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
As I lay here in the mist,
I hold a razor to my wrist.
Bloody tears run down my cheeks
This is the last I'll ever speak.
Misery and pain fill my heart,
Everything I've known has fallen apart.
There's nothing left here for me,
Now it's time to let the world free from me.
I'm so sick of being judged,
Pacing, cursing, holding a grudge.
As for 'love' there's no such thing.
Lord, do you see why i must leave?
This cold metal gives me goosebumps,
It makes me feel as if im swallowing lumps.
I push the razor in deep.
As I try hard not to weep.
I check the note locked in my hand,
God, I hope they understand.
I said I'm sorry for being a mistake,
I feel no pain, this is my fate.
Now I've laid me down to sleep
I absolutely love this.
It just. Well. It explains everything!
I am sooo jealous!
You have AMAZING abilities!
Keep it up!
Wow....i love this poem...its exactly how i feel now....great job.