Escape

by Lindsey   Apr 24, 2005


Now I'm depressed and trapped in this darkness.
All I wanna do is escape from this life that I live.
I only see one true way of escaping, and that's suicide.
But I'm not ready for death, but I don't want to live anymore.
So as I sit here with this knife in my hands
I think back and forth about whether to keep going
Or just end this life now.

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