A Bloody Mistake!
I'm ready for my coffin, I'm ready for my grave, to life I am only a slave. Those pills
in the cabinet that rope in my room, and what about the sharp stick in the kitchen next
to the broom? Death is coming closer I can feel it it's coming near, I can't live this
way anymore please mom don't cry a tear. The pills are in my mouth the cuts are on my
arm, my face is turning pale I don't have my young charm. I hear the paramedics trying
to save me but their to late, I think that I'm in hell I see the opening gate. I flash
back to earth, to see me in my hurse they're having a funeral? Over me they will mourn?
I look into the coffin to see my skin so torn, my face looks horrible my body isn't
warm. I look into the crowd people are crying loud they're saying shes happy now but as
I look I'm not proud. I left my loved ones broken the few that I had, if I knew so many
loved me I wouldn't of murdered myself! I'm watching as they all walk away, the people I
think of everyday, they all say goodbye the last thing to me they'd ever say, I'm DEAD I
shouldn't feel this way! I try to call there names, they look down and say I'll miss her
this is a shame. I'm standing there alone and it begins to rain, I see a bolt of
lightning I hear the sound of thunder, it's time for my soul to go to hell and my body
six feet under.
Copyright © Gabriel Hart | Year Posted 2005
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