And All The Broken Hearts That Hang Around Here

by Brittany   Jun 6, 2009


Cursed eyes make my hands move
To write about how I survived and grew
Horrible thoughts make words come out
To explain to you that I never had doubt
Words become actions that I'm going to make
Don't get me wrong, this is no mistake

Hours left to live and nothing is going through my mind
Tomorrow soon, it will be my time
I feel nothing, my body is numb
I now know what I must do and I know what must be done

Life is a climb
But is the view great?
I've stopped trying
This pain I will no longer intake
I'll go out in fashion
I'll make a big blow
I have to make sure that everyone will know

To God I prayed with tears in my eyes
And pain in my heart, a perfect disguise
I was ignored
So I'll take this gun, I'll pull the trigger
Look what you've done
Ignoring my sobs, you didn't have a care
Too busy to realize what was actually there

Go in my mind, and take out my thoughts
Spread them around and read them out loud
Don't think too much and don't pretend
Because you just won't comprehend

Blood and mass murder
A perfect way out
But with no one to do it, I'll do it myself
Read this slow and read this well
I killed myself
And that's all there is to tell

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