Fly Away

by Chelsea   Sep 15, 2008


Knife.

Or.

Gun.

Choose one.

Which sounds more fun.

Numb the pain.

Go away.

Your life's Hell.

Covered by hurt.

You're in the dirt.

You want to go.

Can't take no more.

On your knees.

The knife you choose.

Bleed and bleed.

No one sees.

Cut deep.

Fly away.

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  • 15 years ago

    by ChildofGod87

    I liked it. makes good sense. good work.

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