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by breatheXtoday Oct 8, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I speak my last words i breathe my last breath put the bottle to my lips and drink to my death life is slowly leaving me and once again i try my head tells me to stop but my heart tells me to die i'm leaving this world without a trace my past is now and forever mine never will my past be known only my saving lie my broken heart will never heal and my soul will never rest as i prepare to leave this world i raise the knife to my chest these thoughts inside my head are spinning as my soul is slowly dying in a puddle of blood on the floor i lay silently crying someday, maybe, my past will be known but for now it dies with me for now it remains a secret for my eyes only