Gone

by La ShOrTy   Dec 27, 2005


How can someone my age deal with so many problems
My parents argue like theres no tomorrow.
My friends stabbed me when i had my back to them.
I just dont know how to deal with all this stress.
Imma just grab a knife and put it to the test.
Is it sharp enough
Do you think it will go through
Is it deep enough to reach the pieces you never took?
I guess the knife worked, the pain is finally leaving.
Its all rushing out
Its finally over
Im left here to die
All alone
With nothing but a knife
By my side
while I die

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