Pools Of Red
Contributed by
suicidebringshappiness
on
Tuesday, 8th March 2005 @ 06:47:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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A dark day, Everyone seems to say, Your a looser, Such a ***** booser, All day long you drink, You could never think, Everything went wrong, Now you listen to that song, That makes you wanna slit your wrists, But you persist, On living this life, With all its strife, Untill the time, When someone makes a chime, Thats not in your tune, And sends you to your doom, When everything seems so wrong, Now you play that song, That makes you slit your wrists, and you can no longer persist, And onto the razors edge, You press to your skin, With all its sin, You slid it down, And never frown, And pools form at your feet, No longer tormented by deciete, And those pools of red, Go through everyones head, And they ask what went wrong, Their life seems like a perfect song, And little do they know, They are the ones that made you show, All of that you didnt want to have, They made you end your life.
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