Misery
Giving up on you
And giving up on me.
My wish is to die.
Leave behind the misery.
Nothings making sense.
Every things messed up.
Something is missing.
But I'm not sure what.
If I were to die.
It would be a great relief.
No more crying late
And no more misery.
If I died today
I wouldn't cry no more.
I wouldn't cut myself
Behind a closed door.
And if I were to die.
I wouldn't feel a thing.
No more misery
And no more feeling lame.
©2009 ~FR34K0N4L345H33
Copyright © Rachel Mann | Year Posted 2009
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