Death
Death
Dieing
Suffer
Heal
Not
Nothing left
Empty emotions
Pain fills me
Crying
Smile at the fact
That I'm dieing on the inside
I'm falling apart
I'm suffering
She hates me
She wants me gone
She wants me dead
Soon enough I'll be gone
I might be hung
Or stabbed
Maybe I'll slit my wrists
Or overdose on drugs
Maybe I'll take a gun to my head
But I'll be gone, I'm sure
And if she cries I'll laugh
It's all her fault
She made me this way
She made me cry
She brought me to take my life
If that's not enough
My dead body will die
I'll haunt her forever
To remind her what she's done.
Copyright © Stacey Tibbetts | Year Posted 2008
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