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On The Run...

Contributed by deathdrop on Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 08:50:07 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



I don't know where i'm going,
I just know I have to escape.
The blood from my wrists is flowing,
And i'm feeling full of hate.

There's a thousand places to go,
But I know they'll all be searched.
So i'll have to find a place unknown,
But still a place on earth.

I don't want t walk any more.
ONT ANOTHER STEP!
My feet are so sore,
This pain I can't neglect.

But I haven't got the choice,
I know I need to go on!
I can't still hear a shouting voice,
From the last time I went on the run...

If I stop I know i'll be found,And I can't take the risk.
And I know i'll be echoed by the sounds,
When they see my wrist!

People keep ringing my phone,
So i've just switched it off.
The messages say I don't have to go home.
But they're just lies, and i've had enough!

My blood is like wet paint.
It's comming through my clothes.
I'm feeling so faint!
The blood is red as a healthy rose...

More thoughts consume me,
Of where I should go.
The staining droplets become more bloodied,
And more demons begin to roam!

I finally go on a roof.
Look down at the drop.
Feeling sleepy,
My head starts to flop.

For a second or two,
All the sounds unwind.
As I think of what,
I'll be leaving behind.

... Seconds turn to hours,
And I start to cry,
I walk closer to the edge,
Saying good bye.

I stand by the edge,
Feeling like ****...

BUT THEN I'M FOUND!

... And talked out of it.







Copyright © deathdrop ... [ 2004-08-04 08:50:07]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: On The Run... (User Rating: 1 )
by gery_giggles on Wednesday, 4th August 2004 @ 08:05:51 PM AEST
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i remember feeling like this once...stay strong...if you need someone to talk to im always around
luv always


Re: On The Run... (User Rating: 1 )
by Avarice_Riot on Friday, 6th August 2004 @ 04:52:58 AM AEST
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I think you'll find that you won't regret sticking around.




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