The metal so cold
As it brushes my skin...
I shall live dwelling on thoughts of death
Then die wishing I had done so sooner...
The metal so cold
As it brushes my skin...
Craving for Pain
longing to die...
The anger…it takes over,
It hates to love the pain...
I lay here in my bed
No smile to meet my face...
I shall Die wishing I had done so sooner... |
If anger is a gift...then christmas just came early... |
I've lost my sanity!! You look behind the couch and I'll look down the barrel of this loaded gun... |