Sharpened knife

by Feel my pain   Jan 23, 2006


Please do not ask me questions,
I do not want to lie,
I do not need your suggestions,
At night tears will still cry,
I do not want to tell you,
The pain that I am in,
But you can see that too,
As I cut myself again,
I will never say the words,
That no one wants to hear,
A free soul to fly with the birds,
As death comes near,
I am sorry I have to go now,
The time for me has come,
One day you will see,
My heart was cold and numb,
As I die alone tonight,
Alone as I have been for life,
My sould will take flight,
Through the tip of my sharpened knife.

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