My suicide

by Moose   Feb 12, 2005


I try so hard to dry these permanent tears,
To clean up the mess, that’s flooded by fears,

I try so hard, to get this off my mind,
No way ever, I can’t leave you behind

Reach out your hand to me
I never new how alone I could be.

I’m falling away from everything I know
I’m drifting from reach, to far to go

I want you to stop this from falling to the ground
In the end, nothing of me will ever be found.

With every step in my direction you make,
Is another breath I’m willing to take

From the beginning of life till the end of death
I will cherish these memories till my last breath.

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