My Blood
I cry
Wet tears
As I lye
In my blood
Not tears of remorse
But tears of relief
Followed the wrong corse
All through my life
Awoke to constant fearfulness
For the horrid hours to come
Little sleep filled with insaneness
Replayed scenes of my existance
An actor just playing my part
In what some people call "life"
So with this knife's blade I start
The journey to end my tormented life
You may believe suicide is wrong or sinful
But don't judge what you don't understand
No suffering and no pain, to end it all
Release the poison as I lye in my blood
Copyright © Toshia Hall | Year Posted 2012
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