Pain
I feel so empty
I can not cope
My friends are plenty
I just mope
I can not cope
These thoughts in my head
Give me the rope
Wish I was dead
Hurt everything I ever touch
This I know about so much
Thoughts running through my brain
Why do I feel insane
I feel the pain as the blade penetrates
I wish I'd gone with my mates
Yes that's right I've lost good friends
Maybe now this is my end
I know it's a selfish thing
I can hear the angels sing
My mouths gone dry
I begin to cry
I can't cope anymore
Screwed up head that's for sure
Feeling of sadness and remorse
I am no Trojan horse
Empty, scared I feel weak
No wisdom left cannot speak
I'm sorry everyone I need to go
Those that know I now know
Copyright © Gordon Alexander | Year Posted 2018
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