Wait, It's gonna be too late
Wait, I'm starting to suffocate...
*Note this is a poem I had done when I had just...
Death, death is a horrible thing...
The day has come I
finally can do what I...
Sliding with the faintest sound
Waiting for the pain...
I just hate everything... I want to die...
I just can't take it... Pass the knife...
All those times we sat
right under that beauty...
Dreams as though she was a child
Flying through the stars...
These wounds get
deeper each day...
Once she new
that time was calling her...
I hacked at my wrists,
Four hours and two gallons down the drain...
Drop by drop i can hear it,
Its the sound of your blood...
I ask a simple question,
why do you do these things...