Lonely Day
sitting alone, inside my head
wishing these lonely thoughts were dead
i realize there is only one way
to put an end to this lonely day
a blade in my hand a tear in my eye
as i think of a million reasons to die
my mind is warped my heart is gone
cant think of a reason to carry on
i hold the blade against my skin
ill never see this wicked world again
a flick of the wrist it happens so fast
its time to let go of everything in the past
i take my last breathe as i think of my life
no longer will i deal with the pain and the strife
as i draw to the end of my very last day
i have only one thing left to say
goodbye............
Copyright © Heather Conkey | Year Posted 2010
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