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by Miranda Apr 19, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Sitting here on my bed wishing I were dead. I take the shiny knife the one to end my life. I put it onto my wrist crunch my hand into a fist. Into my skin is rips into my vein it slips. Now i can see the blood as it begins to flood. I know something’s wrong it shouldn't take so long. The blood will not stop flowing and I can tell my life is slowing. My painful life coming to end this suicide note, I will send. You couldn't fix my pain, can tell that i’m not sane, now I’ve really lost it gone into this raging fit. If you only would have noticed maybe I could have focused just threw these thoughts out, but now all i can do is doubt. I doubt my life will ever be good, oh i really truly wish it would. The same things everyday not ever knowing what to say. I know you could have seen with your senses oh so keen. You know I didn’t trust you my feeling were not new. If you just would have been there nothing in this life is ever fair. maybe i could have been with you if you only would have knew.