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The life that's finally over

Contributed by shrunkin_fool34142316 on Thursday, 7th April 2005 @ 03:54:20 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

The voices in the distance
the ones telling me this is an act of persistence
the life i once lead, no longer in existence

the night was dark and chilled
all the dreams left unfulfilled
this is the night everyone was left thrilled

i was at my final stop
i was finally at the top
ready for the great drop

i was ready to end my life
i pulled from deep inside my pocket, a pretty knife
welcome to the dungeons, get ready afterlife

i stroke the shinning sliver across my wrist
i was careful, making sure i hadn't missed
making sure my life had finally been desist

all the long nights i waited for you
hanging by your every word, thinking somehow this was really true
i was just so into you

not wanting to let go fighting with all my might
it was too late the vein to in sight
i had to give up the fight

all is faded away
they found me the next day
they knew i wasn't here to stay

a ceremony no one cared for
they knew, it was over, i finally ended the war
with all the blood and all the gore

the life is dead
a new favorite color of crimson red
i let it all out, i just laid there and bled

a crimson red blanket covered me that night
a blanket of my own frightened blood saying i had given up the fight
i tried to stay, i gave it all my might

this life just wasn't meant for me
just let it go, just leave things be
now its final, now u can see

i gave up the fight, you should be proud
i kept the only thing i truly vowed
all the things i ever endowed

i hope you realize that its gone
all the pain i have taken on
all the pain which is finally withdrawn

i ended my life
i used the pretty knife

i hope they realize who caused this
the ones i was always left to miss

no, they didn't care
but for some reason i thought it was worth the dare

all in the end the same old story
Ive killed myself.. no pain, no worry, just a slight bit of Glory

Copyright © shrunkin_fool34142316 ... [ 2005-04-07 15:54:20]
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