Dying To

by Monique   Feb 28, 2005


I'm dying to slit my wrist;
the chance to watch myself fade away,
the chance to give up on a fateful day.
I'm dying to overdose;
because no one understands me,
because no one can see.
I'm dying to die;
I'm sick of life,
and I'm sick of having to try.

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