Sweet Suicide
you suffocated ignorance
drowned in angst
now your an
emotional slave
begging for salvation
your are one of Gods
unholy creations
stuck in the hands of time
cuts along your brusied
and beaten life
stich after stich
unending
never been able
to see the begining
So set free the moment
in which I rest
and I will tell you
what happens next
I take the razor
and press it to my neck
it's my job to fix your wreck
as the blood drips from under
my hands
I still tell you my last command
"you could have saved me,
you could have let me be,
but now this is my emotional
trigger and it will set me free!"
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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