The knife is to close to my wrist...
I cant see strait,
Help me die, i have no will to live,
No reason to suffer some more,
Put my into an extacy of pain,
Make me scream for the torment ,
watch the blood trickle form my eyes
the tears i truely cry...
f*** all the people who reject,
Die a painfull death that reeks of love,
drug the memory that's compact all the past faults,
Choke the throught that screamed out....

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